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DR.  WATTS'  PSALMS  AND  HYMNS. 

BY   WILLIAM    COLLIER,    A.M. 
Minister  of  the  Gospel  in  Charlesta-im,  ( "Mass.  J 

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|    DISTRICT    OF    MASSACHUSETTS— -to  wit: 
DISTRICT  CLERK'S  OFFICE. 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  That  on  the  fifth  day  of  Au- 
gust, a  d.  1812,  and  in  the  thirty-seventh  year  of  the  Inde- 
pendence of  the  United  States  of  America,  William 
Collier  of  the  said  District,  ha-  deposited  in  this 
office  the  title  of  a  hook,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as 
proprietor,  in  the  words  following,  to  wit: 

" A  new  selection  of  Hymns;  designed  for  the  use  of  con- 
ference meetings,  private  circles,  and  congregations,  as  a 
supplement  to  Dr.  Watts'  Psalms  and  Hymns.  By  Wil- 
liam Collier,  A.  M.  Minister  of  the  Gospel  in 
Charlestown,  (M ass.)M 

"  Christ  is  all  ami  in  ally 

In  Conformity  to  the  Act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United 
States,  entitled,  "An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  Learn- 
ing, by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts,  and  books,  to 
the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times 
therein  mentioned;"  and  also  to  an  Act  entitled,  "An  Act 
supplementary  to  an  Act,  entitled,  An  Act  for  the  encour- 
agement of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts, 
and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  sue  copies 
during  the  times  therein  mentioned;  and  extending  the  ben- 
efits thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraviug,  and  etch- 
ing historical,  and  other  prints." 

i\-\r   c  ouiw     C  Clerk  of  the  District 
W M.S.SHAW,   £  of Missnchu,et{,. 


PREFACE. 


A  PLAN  is  necessary  in  making  a  hymn  book;  but  not  ia 
using  it.  The  method  observed  in  this  work,  (which  was 
first  suggested  by  an  excellent  selection  of  Messrs.  W  1  iams 
and  Uowden's,  England)  will,  no  doubt,  be  found  useful;  but 
the  judicious  \2inister,  Deacon  or  private  Christian  when 
presiding  in  a  conference  meeting,  or  in  a  private  circle  of 
friends,  will  feel  at  liberty  often  to  select  a  hymn  suited  to 
particular  occasions  and  circumstances,  without  any  refer- 
ence to  the  order  observed  in  the  book. 

May  f  be  permitted  (in  the  words  of  Messrs.  \V.  and  B.) 
to  remind  my  fellow  worshippers  of  the  exhortation  ad- 
drtssed  bv  the  zealous  Levites  to  the  congregation  of 
Israel?  Neb  ix,  5;  STAND  UP  and  bless  the  Lord  your 
God  for  ever  and  ever.  Sitting  is  the  usual  posture  of 
mourning  and  silence,  (Lam  ii,  LO.)  And  perhaps  it  would 
be  difficult  to  find  many  congregation*;  who  indulge  this 
unsuitable  attitude,  who  are  not  either  too  silent  or  dull  in 
the  delightful  vork  of  praise:  we  speak  not  of  those  few  in- 
dividual exceptions,  who,  on  account  of  age,  corporeal  in- 
firmities, or  great  fatigue,  cannot  accomplish  their  own 
wishes.  Sitting  congregations  generally  resign  that  par* 
of  divi  e  worship  which  is  'he  nearest  akin  to  heaven,  to 
the  clerk  or  singers;  and  we  almost  despair  of  seeing  any 
considerable  or  genera!  improvement  in  this  branch  of  our 
public  solemities,  till  our  people  stand  up  to  praise  the 
Lord  their  G*d. 


Augusts,  1812 — .At  a  meeting  of  the  first 
Baptist  Church  in  Charlcstovvn — the  Commit- 
tee, Brothers  Ephraim  Robins  and  David 
Fosdick,  appointed  at  a  former  meeting  of 
the  Church,  to  examine  a  New' Selection  of 
Hymns  ubout  to  be  published  by  our  Pastor, 
Brother  William  Collier,  having  reported 
favorably  respecting  said  work,  agreed  unan- 
imously to  adopt  it  in  public  worship  as  a  sup- 
plement to  Dr.  Watts'  Psalms  and  Hymns. 


JOHN  CARTER, 

DAVID  GOODWIN,  V  Deacons. 

SILAS  NILES,  J 


,\ 


PLAN. 

I.  For  the  introductory  part  of  public  worship* 

II.  Gospel  dec;  vines. 

III.  Christian  Experience. 

IV.  Religious  Duties. 
V.  Social  Worship. 

VI.  For  the  conclusion  of  public  worship. 


A  TABLE,    , 

to  find  any  Hymn  by  the  first  lint. 

PAGE 

A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone             -            -  279 

Adieu  ye  vain  delights  of  earth             -        r  440 

Afflicted  Saint  to  Christ  draw  near  -     195 

A  fulness  resides                                   •  12f 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page                -  -27 

Ali  hail  the  power  of  Jesus's  name             -  107 

All  had  thou  length'ner  of  my  days            -  348 

All  haii  redeeming"  Lord                       -  ■         113 

All  ye  that  pass  by  90 

Almighty  maker  God  13 

Amazing  beauteous  change               •             «■  405 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross              -             -  299 

And  be  it  so  that  till  this  hour             -  -         286 

As  birds  their  infant  brood  protect             -  373 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high         -  •         255 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just         -             -  392 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away         -             •  17 

And  have  I  Christ  no  love  to  thee                 -  294 

And  does  the  kind  Redeemer  stoop              -  416 

And  is  salvation  brought  so  near           -  -       231 

And  is  this  heaven  and  am  I  there                -  ib. 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have             ,  -       357 

And  will  the  great  eternal  God                  -  371 

As  when  the  weary  traveller                     -  -     436 

At  anchor  laid  remote  from  home             -  440 

Another  six  days  work  is  done  2 

And  will  the  Judge  descend          -             -  226 

And  will  the  offended  God  again          ■  -        166 

Arise  my  soul  arise             -            -  262 

Arise  my  tenderest  thoughts  arise          •  69 

As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung              •  1B7 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love         •  -        35* 

AstonishM  and  distress'd               5            "  6? 

Awake  and  sing  the  song                   g  1ft 


VI 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song-       -  -                 85 

A wak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound          -  -          240 

Awak'd  from  sin's  delusive  sleep  -                  246 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays            -  -             42 

Awake1  my  soul  nor  slumbering  lie  •             209 

Atfake  my  soul  stretch  every  nerve  -          335 

Awake  my  soul  to  hymns  or  praise  -                   61 

Awake  our  drowsy  souls                 -  3 

Awake  sweet  gratitude  and  sing         -  -         108 

Awake  ye  saints  and  raise  your  eyes  -                230 

A  way  my  unbelieving. fear       -  -         354 

BEGIN  my  soul  the  exalted  lay  -                  60 

Begin  the  high  celestial  strain  62 

Begone  unbelief,  my  Savior  is  near  -                260 

Behold  the  awful  day  comes  on          -  -         214 

Beyond  the  glittering  stun')  sky  -                 105 

Behold  the  great  eternal  God,            •  -        0O4 

Behold!  the  last  great  day  is  come  -                22 J 

Behold  with  pleasing  ecstasy         -  -               401 

Behold  the  Savior  of  mankind            -  -            87 

Behold  the  sin  atoning  Lamb  -                  13 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand  -              310 

Blest  men  who  stretch  their  willing  hands  3G0 

Blest  tidings  of  salvation                    -  -          451 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet  blo-.v              -  80 

CELESTIAL  dove,  expand  thy  wings  -          329 

Children  of the  heavenly  king        -  -              287 

Come  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God        -  -         389 

Come  humble  sinner  in  whose  breast  -         10 

Come  all  ye  saints  of  God               -  -                 77 

Captain  of  thtne  enlisted  host             -  403 

Come  death  released  from  dread         -  -         206 

Come  holy  spirit  come                    •  -               161 

Come  holy  Spirit  from  above                 -  -         165 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  today             -  .16 

Cpme  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart  229 

Come  let  us  join  in  sweet -accord        -  -          14 

Come  mourning  saints  depiest  with  wo  217 

Come  friendship  tune  tin  pleasing  lyre  413 

Come  le>  oui  Voices  j  cftn  to  raise         -  -          407 

Come,  thou  fount  <t"  ever  blowing        -  -        425 


Vll 

Come  ye  mourning  pardon'd  sinners  -                444 

Come  our  indulgent  Savior  come  -                 589 

Come  thoa  desire  of  all  thy  saints  -             12 

Compared  with  Christ  in  all  beside  157 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus         -  -             114 

Come  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit  376 

Come  tune  ye  saints  your  noblest  strains  102 

Come  weary  souls  with  sins  distress'd  176 

Come  ye  sinner's  poor  and  wretched  175 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  name  -             118 

DAY  of  judgment  day  of  wonders  -             -     219 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  all  below              -  -         324 

Dear  Lord  iliough  bitter  is  the  cup  •                355 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul             -  -         312 

Dear  Savior  we  are  thine             -  •                  1°9 

Dear  Savior  we  rejoice  to  hear           -  ; 

Dear  Savior  when  my  thoughts  recall  -         285 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people  hear  -                 371 

Death,  'tis  a  name  with  terror  fraught  -          201 

Death!  what  a  solemn  word  to  all  -                   203 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath  made  145 

Descend  fiom  heaven  celestial  dove  -           164 

Descend  holy  Spirit  the  dove  -             -       163 

Destructive  sword  how  oft  hast  thou  -               410 

Did  Christ  o'ei  sinners  weep           -  -             375 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord  -          -         452 

EAR  1  H  lias  engross'd  my  love  too  long  234 

Election, 'tis  a  joyful  sound          -  •         171 

Encompuss'd  wish  clouds  of  distress  276 

Encourag'd  by  thy  word           -  429 

Enquire  ye  pilgrims  for  the  way  ■             372 

Enraptur'd  with  the  charming  names  122 

Enslav'd  by  sin  and  bound  in  chains  -             119 

Eternal  G"d!  almighty  cause         -  -         32 

Eternal. God  the  thanks  receive         -  -             34 

Eternal  power  whose  high  abode  -             -         46 

Eternal  spirit  source  of  light             -  -             160 

Eternal  sun  of  righteousness                 -  -        351 

Eternal  wisdom  thee  we  praise  -              49 

FA  111  Zun's  King  we  suppliant  bow  -       393 

Faith  leads  to  joys  beyond  the  skies  -               281 


via 

Fain  would  I  my  Redeemer  see         -  -        447 

Full  of  unutterable  grace            •  -                   ibr 

Faith — 'tis  a  precious  grace                 -  -          275 

Far  above  yon  glorious  ceiling  •             -     104 

Father  at  thy  call  I  come                     -  -          282 

Father  how  'wide  thy  glories  shine  -            -73 

Father  is  not  thy  promised  pledg'd  -               399 

Father  of  glory  to  thy  name  32 

Father  of  love  from  age  to  age               *  -          56 

Father  of  mercies  in  thy  word         -  -                26 

Father  of  mercies  send  thy  grace      •  -  -        296 

Father  to  thee  in  Christ  1  fly  •               350 

Father  what  e'er  of  earthly  bliss          -  -        342 

First  have  these  lovers  of  the  word  -                387 

Flow  fast  my  tears  the  cause  is  great  -        131 

Forgiveness  'tis  a  joyful  sound          -  -          262 

Fountain  of  good  from  thee  alone  -          -      349 

From  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam  •             143 

From  whence  does  this  union  arise  -            -     432 

From  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief  -             277 

GIRD  on  the  conquering  sword          -  -         Ho 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  Hallelujah  -          -       22 

Glory  to  God  on  high                "            '  *            \ 

Glory  and  thanks  to  him  be  given        -  -        4*9 

Glory  to  that  victorious  grace             •  -           3i7 

God  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son         -  -                   78 

God  is  a  constant  sure  defence            •  •         302 

God  is  a  name  my  soul  adores         -  -                35 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way             -  58 
God  of  my  life  through  all  its  days 

God  of  my  life  to  thee  I  call           -    ,  318 

Grace  'tis  a  charming  sound             -  -               76 

Go  leach  the  nations  and  baptise         -  -         ■£< 

Gracious  God  what  shall  1  do  •              ^» 

Gracious  Lord  incline  thine  ear             -  -         ^51 

Gracious  Spirit  love  divine             «  -                J0* 

Great  spirit  my  whole  power  divine  -           J^o 

Great  author  of  my  being             -  -         •         ol* 

Great  God  this  sacred  day  of  thine  -                 * 

Great  God  beneath  thy  piercing  eye  -              «j 

Great  God  of  providence!  thy  ways  -         -           59 

Great  Ruler  of  the  earth  and  ekies  -            J" 

Great  God  at  tby  cemmand        -  -                V* 


IX 

Great  sovereign  Lord  what  human  -                419 

Great  God  the  nations  of  the  ear^i  -            400 

Great  God  my  early  vows  to  thee         -  -         363 

Great  God  we  in  thy  courts  appear  -                385 

Great  God  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent  361 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame  -                   55 

Great  rider  of  all  natures  frame         -  -              54 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  -                  154, 

HAIL  everlasting  spring                 -  -           140 

Hail  mighty  Jesus  how  divine                 -  183 

Had  sovereign  love  that  first  began  -'           137 

Hail  the  day  that  see  him  rise               -  103 

Hark  the  glad  sound  the  Savior's  come  86 

Hark  the  herald  angels  sing             -  82 

Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy         -  92 

Hark,  .what  the  Lord  of  angels  say  -             445 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant  -               300 

Hear  gracious  God  my  humble  moan  314 

He  comes!  lie  comes!  the  Judge  severe  -           218 

He  comes  the  ro>al  conqueror  comes  223 

How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work  •           385 

He  dies,  ihe  friend  of  sinners  dies         -  -         95 

Hell  'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound  -                 225 

He  lives  the  great  Redeemer  lives  -           108 

Holy  blessed,  glorious  three         -  -         -          33 

How  bles-  the  minds  which  daily  rise  -           337 

How  blest  is  our  brother  bereft  -                 201 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints         -  -           180 

How  glonous  the  Lamb  is  seen  on  the  throne         110 

How  happv  are  we             ...  172 

How  are  thy  servants  blest  O  Lord  -         -        435 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrims  lot           -  -           336 

How  helpless  guilts  nature  lies  :                237 

How  lost  was  my  condition                 -  -           148 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  -          415 

How  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below  -                 422 

How  lovely,  how  divinely              -  -                 370 

How  oft  alas!  this  wrectlied  heart  -            317 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine         -  -           25 

How  shall  a  lost  .sinner  in  pain  -                 321 

How  sweet  to  recline            '            -  -           264 


1  AM  saith  Christ  the  way        -  -                  15f, 

I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow  -              313 

I  can  not  shun  the  stroke  of  death  -           -        209 

I  come  the  great  Redeemer  cries  -                  87 

In  cheerful  songs  of  artless  praise  -                406 
If  I  have  never  yet  began         ...         239 

If  rising  from  the  bed  of  death  -                245 

If  their  be  passions  in  my  soul  -             .         272 

Immoveable  our  hopes  remains  -                266 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight  96 

In  God  my  soul  behold  thy  rest  •               343 

In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began  -               81 

In  Jordan's  tide  the  baptist  stands  •             -     381 

In  sleep  serene  oblivion  laid           -  -             3^3 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise  -       181 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer        -  -              338 
In  sweet  exalted  strains           ...        308 

In  trouble  I  seek  thee  my  God        -  -              325 

In  vain  Apollos  silver  tongue  -           -        3"4 

In  various  musings  of  the  mind  -               3J5 

I  quit  the  world's  fantastic  joys  -             -         340 

Israel  in  ancient  days         ...  79 

Is  this  my  Jesus  this  my  God  97 

I  thirst  but  not  as  once  I  did  -             -         324 

I  would  but  cannot  sing         -         -  -                 30g 

I  was  a  groveling  creature  once  -            •          286 

JERUSALEM  my  happy  home  -            -      228 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be                -  359 

Jesus  full  of  all  compassion  -            .        249 

Jehovah  spake  and  time  began  -                     424 

Jetus  hov»  precious  is  thy  name  -               114 

Je«us  I  love  thy  charming  name    ,  -        121 

Jesus  in  this  hour  be  n«ar               -  -               30 > 

Jesus  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace  -            -         125 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul         -             -  -               139 

Jesus  mighty  King  in  Zion       -  384 

Jesus  my  all  to  heaven  is  gone  -               155 

Jesus  where'er  thy  people  meet  6 

Jesus  my  love  my  chief  delight  -                112 

Jesus  our  triumphant  head  -            -         126 

Jesus  the  Savior  that  dear  name  -                II7 

Jesus  thy  light  impart  ■                     $47 


XI 

esus  thou  lowly  bleeding  Lamb  •              39.3 

esii.s  thy  saving-  name  I  bless               -  -         268 

esus  to  thee  my  sure  defence  -                138 

esus  to  thy  wounds  I  fly                 -  -              450 

esus  since  thou  art  still  today             .  -        149 

esus  thy  blood  and  righteousness  -              135 

esus  we  claim  thee  for  our  own  .  .  *                 128 

KEEP  silence  all  created  things  38 

Kind  are  the  words  that  Jesus  speaks  196 

Kind  guardian  of  my  nights  and  days  -          365 

Ki..L.red  in  Chiisi  for  his  dear  sake  -                 421 

King ol  Salem  bless  my  soul              -  -          391 

LE  r  avarice  from  shore  to  shore  -                  27 

Let  every  tunelul  accent  rise             -  -             64 

Lei  heaven  burst  forth  into  a  song  -                  75 

Let  o.  hers  boast  their  ancient  line  -          193 

Let  party  names  no  more              -  -                297 

Let  the  bold  sceptic  still  deride           -  -         100 

Let  us  the  sheep  by  Jesus  name  -              268 

Let  world}  minds  the  world  pursue  -        346 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 

Lo!  he  cometh!  countless  trumpets  -                217 

Lo!  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  -         216 

Look  up  ye  saints  direct  your  eyes  -                  48 

Lord  hast  thou  made  me  know  thy  ways  190 

Lord  how   my  numerous  faults  increase  301 

Lord  I  am  thine  entirely  thine             -  388 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  the  blessing  -          452 

Lord  if  thou  thy  grace  impart              -  355 

Lord  of  my  life  O  may  thy  praise  «            362 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now            -  426 

Lord  thou  hast  won  at  length  I  yield  -            345 

Lord  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys  53 

Love  divine  all  love  excelling           -  288 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior  -            450 

Mercy  is  welcome  news  indeed             -  254 

Mighty  God  while  angels  bless  thee  30 

My  God  for  lean  call  thae  mine             -  256 

My  God  the  covenant  of  thy  love  -                72 

My  God  what  silken  cords  are  thine  265 

My  gracious  Redemer  I  love            -  •           295 

My  Lord  by  sinners  crucified                 •  289 

My  rising  soul  with  strong  desires  -            1*91 


xu     - 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all  120 

My  soul  with  joy  attend                  -  .               151 

My  sorrows  like  a  flood        -            -  '      252 

My  thoughts  thai  often  mount  the  skies  200 

My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy           -  342 

My  waken'd  soul  extend  thy  wings  .              215 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme  71 

Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains  •               106 

Now  Lord  inspire  the  preacher's  heart  375 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire           -  374 

Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear         -  -              378 

O  FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  388 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know             -  292 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God         -  -               192 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God            -  344 

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray              -  -               233 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing-         -  2,rl 

O  for  a  view  from  Pisgah's  top  -                 332 

O  happy  day  that  fix'd  my  choice         -  377 

O  love  divine  how  sweet  thou  art  -                 290 

O  my  soul  wltat  means  this  sadness,  -             311 

On  what  has  now  been  sown                 -  451 

One  there  is  above  above  all  others  130 

Once  as  the  Savior  pass'd  along  -                  184 

Once  was  my  soul  indulged  to  view  -             315 

O  that  I  had  a  seraphs  fire  19 

O  tell  me  no  more                       -            -  341 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place  316 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand         -  "227 

On  Zion's  glorious  summit  stood  -             232 

O  that  I  could  repent             -             «  284 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone            -  248 

O  the  dear  glories  of  the  peace         -  -           333 

O  thou  God  of  my  salvation         -           -  22 

O  the  trandscendent  love                   •  -          129 

O'er  those  gloomy  hills  of  darkness  -         402 

O  thou  that  hears  the  prayer  of  faith  -                352 

O  thou  at  whose  almighty  word             -  -         415 

O  thou  who  didst  thy  glory  leave  -                 173 

Our  father  whose  eternal  sway           -  -           23 

Our  eyes  salvation  see                   -  -                  404 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit         -  -           433 

Our  great  high  priest  we  sing  -                   115 


xm 

®ur  heavenly  Father  culls 
Our  hearts  are  fasten'd  to  this  world 
Out  of  the  Iron  furnace,  Lord 
O  what  shall  I  do  my  Savior  to  praise 
O  wretched  man  of  hopeless  grief 
PRAISE  to  the  Lord  if  bounsless  might 
Praise  to  thy  name,  eternal  God 
Praise  to  the  Lord  who  bows  his  ear 
Precious  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
Proclaim  inimitable  love 
Prostrate  dear  Jesus  at  thy  feet 
RAISE  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye 
Record  my  soul  thy  Maker's  power 
Return,  O  wanderer  return 
Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me 
SAFELY  through  another  week 
Salvation!  O  melodious  sound 
Salvation  through  our  dying  God 
Savior  divine  we  know  thy  name 
Savior  visit  thy  plantation 
Savior  of  sinful  men 
See  how  the  willing  converts  trace 
See  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 
Seethe  Captain  of  salvation  » 

Shall  sin  that  cruel  foe 
See  the  sad  fruit  of  sin  appear 
Shepherd  of  Israel  bend  thine,  ear 
Shepherd  of  Israel  thou  dost  keep 
Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
Sing  to  the  Lord  above 
Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 
Sing  to  the  Lord  who  loud  proclaims 
Sinner  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown 
Sons  we  are  through  God's  election 
Sovereign  of  all  i he  worlds  on  high 
Sovereign  of  life  before  thine  eye 
Spirit  divine  descend 
Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood 
Strctch'd  ~;n  the  cross  the  Savior  dies 
Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 
Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing 
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XIV 

Sweet  w.is  the  time  when  first  I  felt  •        309 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toy?         -  339 

Thanks  o>  thy'narpe  O  Lord  that  we  -                  5 

The  Uible  is  jusily  esteemed                  -  -           28 

The  da;,  is  past  and  gone               -  /        -  442 

The  gathering  clouds  with  aspect  dark  411 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed                      -  103 

Thee  Lord  my  thankful  soul  would  bless  267 

The  Lord  who  rules  the  world's  aifairs  409 

The  fountaitt  of  Christ         -  -              141 

The  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke  414 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals  -               449 

The  great  Jehovah  who  shall  dare  -             57 

This  God  is  tiie  God!  we  adore                 -  551 

The  joyful  morn  my  God  is  come             -  1 

The  King-  of  heaven  his  table  spreads  -            310 

Thine  earthly  sabbaths  Lord  we  love  -         448 

The  Lord  my  Savior  is  my  light        -  302 

The  Lord  will  happiness  bestow     -  -             258 

To  bless  thy  chosen  race             -             -  398 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes         -  -              273 

To  thy  great  name  O  Prince  of  peace  -         397 

Then  the  Lord's  supporting  power  -              304 

To  morrow  Lord  is  thine         -  423 

There  is  a  sacred  name                     -  -               124 

There  is  a  fountain  fiil'd  with  blood  -         143 

There  is  a  period  known  to  God  -              169 
The  righteous  sojuts  that  take  their  flight      -         205 

The  righteous  Lord  supremely  great  -                269 

The  Savior  calls  let  every  ear                -  -          177 

The  Savior  O  what  endless  charms  -              122 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high  52 

Thou  dearest  object  of  my  love       -  -               ^33 

Thou  dear  Redeemer  dying  Lamb      -  -        270 

Thou  God  of  harmony  and  love  434 

Thou  only  sovereign  of  my  heart  -              579 

Thou  sinner's  advocate  wi-h  God        -  -         323 
Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron  by  thy  silver  stream    101 

Tho'  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright  307 

'Thou  unexhausted  name  of  bliss          -  -        364 

"      •!  very  paschal  Lamb                 -  -                134 
the  changing  scenes  of  life 


XV 

TImis  it  became  the  prince  of  grace  -               382 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemed  plung'd  -        333 

Thy  mercy  my  God  is  the  theme  of  my  song             44 

Tis  a  point  1  long-  to  know               -  -              293 

'Tis  finish 'd  so  the  Savior  cri'd            -  -           9> 

'Tis  fmish'd  the  Redeemer  said  -                 94 
'Tis  my  happiness  below 

Thy  judgments  righteous.  God  are  just  -            24 1- 

To  God  my  Savior  and  my  King-         -  -         26o 

To  God  the  universal  K.  ng             -  -                47 

To  God  who  chose  us  in  his  Son          -  -         274 

Triumphant  Lord  thy  goodness  reigns  -              45 

Triumphant  sing  ye  favor'd  saints       -  -        157 

To  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail  -               594 

To  our  Redeemer's'  glorious  name  -          20 

To  thee  our  wants  are  known  .    •         450 

Tnv.is  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd  9'i 

UNCLEAN  1  unclean',  and  full  of  sin  -               259 

Unto  thy  altar  Lord                   -             -  -           11 

Unveil  thy  bosom  faithful  tomb      -  -               10,4 

Uprising-  from  the  darksome  tomb         -  -           IK 

V  $.T  A  L  spark  of  heavenly  fiaine  -              196 

WAIT  O  my  soul  thy   Maker's  will  .           39 

Weary  of  my  sad  complaining  -              327 

We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies  430 

We  sing  the  Savior's  love                     -  -           91 

What  favor  Lord  that  I  should  meet  •                    1 
What  a  rapturous  song             ...         236 

We  come  dear  Jesus  to  thy  throne  -               429 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  -                   8 

What  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name  -         36 

What  though  I  cannot  break  my  chain  351 

When  all  thy  mercies  O  my  God  -                 oo 

When  bending  o'er  the  hr/nk  of  life  -        204 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away  203 

When  death  appears  before  my  sight  -         212 

When  darkness  long-  had  veil'd  my  mind  33'J 

When  Abraham's  servant  to  procure  '  -         3i8 

a  Hannah   press'd  with  grief  -                 423 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  ways         -  -        379 

VVhen  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace  4* 


XVI 

When  fix'd  with  grief  my  anxious  heart  246 

When  1  the  holy  grave  survey             -  -        211 

When  Joseph  his  brother  beheld                 -  253 

When  O  dear  Jesus  vrhen  shah  I  -         000 

When  o'er  the  trodden  paths  of  life            -  57 

When  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold  -         185 
When  the  fierce  north  wind  with  his  airy  forces     221 

When  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shall  come  224 

When  with  my  mind  devoutl)  prest  -         188 

When  Zion's  sons  great  God  appear           -  9 

While  carnal  men  with  all  their  might  -         356 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord  -        427 

While  to  the  grave  our  friends  are  borne  198 

Why  droops  my  soul,  with  guilt  opprest  •         326 

Why  O  my  soul  why  wcepest  thou             -  357" 

With  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  heart  -        7 

With  ecstasy  of  joy             ...  132 

With  fiery  serpents  greatly  pain'd  -         146 

With  flowing  eyes,  and  bleeding  heart     -  65 

With  jo)  w*  i-ing  the  wondrous  grace  298 

With  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes  -         238 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament                 -  66 

With  what  a  fix'd  and  peaceful  mind  -        207 

YL    lest  inhabitants  of  heaven                  -  63 

Ye  tying  sons  of  men               -            -  -          178 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu              -  144 

Ye  golden  la 'ops  of  heaven  farewell  -        273 

Ye  humble  souis  approach  your  God        -  41 

Ye  little  flock  whom  Jesus  feeds        -  -        152 

Ye  scarlet  colored  sinners  come                 -  179 

Ye  sons  of  men  wi\h  joy  record            -  51 

Ye  sons  of  the  man  ,  Ike.           -  438 

Ye  sons  of  Zion,  praise  the  Lord                -  350 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  -        414 

Yes  the  Redeemer  rose                   -  15 

Ye  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears  -         269 

^nder  amazing  light  I  see        -            -  89 


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HYMNS. 

PART  I. 


FOR  THE    INTRODUCTORY  PART   OF    PUBLIC 
WORSHIP. 

HYMN  I.    P.  M. 

Thoughts  on  entering  a  place  of  worship, 

X  WHAT  favor,  Lord,  that  I  should  meet 
With  saints  around  thy  mercy-seat, 

And  love  the  house  of  pray'r! 
What  once  was  weariness  and  pain, 
Is  now  my  choice,  delight  and  gain, 

The  solace  of  my  care! 

2  O  let  returning  Sabbaths  be 
A  sign  between  my  soul  and  thee 

^  Of  mercy,  love,  and  peace! 
This  one  desire  I'd  seek  with  zeal 
Within  thine  earthly  courts  to  dwell 
Until  I  see  thy  face! 


2.     P.  M.     Baltimore  Tune. 
Zeal  for  the  house  of  God,  and  delight  in  worsftifi 
Psalm  cxxii. 

I  THE  joyful  morn,  my  God,  is  cores 
That  calls  me  to  thy  honored  dome 
Thy  presence  to  adore: 
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My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend, 
And  tread  the  hallow'd  floor. 

2  Hither  from  Judah's  utmost  end, 
The  Heaven  protected  tribes  ascend; 

Their  offerings  hither  bring: 
Here  eager  to  attest  thei'-  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ 

And  hail  th'immortal  king. 

3  Be  Peace  implor'd  by  each  on  Thee, 
O  Sion,  while  with  bended  knee 

To  Jacob's  God  we  pray: 
How  bless'd  who  calls  himself  thy  friend! 
Success  his  labor  shall  attend, 

And  safety  guard  his  way. . 

4  O  may'st  thou,  free  from  hostile  fear, 
.  Nor  the  loud  voice  of  tumult  hear, 

Nor  war's  wild  waste  deplore; 
May  plenty  nigh  thee  take  her  stand, 
And  in  thy  courts  with  lavish  hand, 

Distribute  all  her  store. 

5  Seat  of  my  friends  and  brethren,  hail. 
How  can  my  tongue,  O  Sion,  fail 

To  bless  thy  iov'd  abode? 
How  cease  the  zeal  that  in  me  glows, 
Thy  good  to  seek,  whose  walls  inclose 

The  mansions  of  my  God? 

3.  L.  M. 
The  Sabbath. 
I  ANOTHER  six  day's  work  is  done, 
.Another  Sabbath  is  begun; 


Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest; 
Improve  the  day  that  God  has  bless'd. 

2  Come,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assigns 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  Heaven, 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise. 
As  grateful  incense,  to  the  skies; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none,  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,^within  the  breast, 
.     Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 

Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

5  With  joy,  great  God,  thy  works  we  view> 
In  various  scenes  both  old  and  new; 
With  praise,  we  think  on  mercies  past, 
With  hope,  we  future  pleasures  taste, 

6  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 


4.    P.  M.     Carter  Lane  Tune. 
A  Hymn  for  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

AWAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
Shake  off  each  slothful  band, 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand: 
Auspicious  morn!  thy  blissful  rays, 
Bright  Seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 


2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  resign 'd 
The  glorious  prince  vi  Life, 
In  dark  domains  confin'd. 

Th'angelic  host  around  him  bends, 

And  'midst  their  shouts  the  god  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  Strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings: 

Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Thro'  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

i       Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 
While  Justice,  Truth,  and  Love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war; 
Victorious  thou,  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

5       Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 

And  wing  th'unerring  dart, 

With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart: 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew 

5.    P    M. 

For  the  Lord's  day. 

1  GREAT  God,  this  sacred  day  of  thine 
Demands  our  souls'  collected  powers; 
May  we  employ  in  works  divine 
These  solemn,  these  devoted  hours! 


O  may  our  souls,  adoring,  own 

The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne! 

2  Hence,  ye  vain  cares  and  trifles  fly, 
Where  God  resides  appear  no  more; 
Omniscient  God!  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore. 
O  may  thy  grace  our  hearts  refine, 
And  fix  our  thoughts  on  things  divinp, 

3  The  word  of  life,  dispens'd  to  day> 
Invites  us  to  a  heavenly  feast; 
May  every  ear  the  call  obey, 

Be  every  heart  a  humble  guest! 
O  bid  the  wretched  sons  of  need 
On  soul-reviving  dainties  feed. 

4  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 
O  may  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 
Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart; 
Then  shall  the  day,  indeed,  be  thine: 
Then  shall  our  souls,  adoring,  own 
The  grace  which  calls  us  to  thy  throne, 


6.  L.  M. 

For  the  Sabbath. 

THANKS  to  thy  name,'0  Lord  that  we 
One  glorious  Sabbath  more  behold; 
Dear  Shepherd,  let  us  meet  with  thee* 
Among  thy  sheep,  in  this  thy  fold. 

Now,  Lord,  among  thy  tribes  appear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  throng; 
Thy  awful  voice  let  sinners  hear, 
.Aod  bid  the  feeble  heart  be  strong. 
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3  Gather  the  lambs  into  thine  arms, 
And  satisfy  their  every  want, 

And  those  with  young  defend  from  harms, 
And  gently  lead  them  lest  they  faint. 

4  Put  forth  thy  shepherd's  crook,  and  stay 
Thy  wandering  sheep,  and  bring  them  back; 
O  bring  the  wandering  home  to-day, 

And  save  them  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

5  Dear  tender-hearted  Shepherd  look, 
And  let  our  wants  thy  bowels  move; 
And  kindly  lead  thy  iittle  flock 

To  the  sweet  pastures  of  thy  love. 


7.    L.  M. 

Social  Worshifi. 

1  JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'r  they  seek  thee  thou  art  found, 
And  ev'ry  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

3  For  thou,  within  no  walls  conlin'd, 
Jnhabitest  the  humble  mind; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  ccme. 
And  going  take  thee  to  their  fcome. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  pray'r,! 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care; 


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To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes, 

5  Behold,  at  thy  commanding  word, 
We  stretch  the  curtain  and  the  cord;* 
Come  thou  and  fill  this  humble  space, 
And  bless  us  with  a  large  increase. 

6  Lord  we  are  few  but  thou  art  near; 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear; 
Oh,  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down? 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  thine  own. 


e.    l.  M. 

Penitential  Prayer. 

1  WITH  conscious  guilt  and  bleeding  ^heart, 
Near  to  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fly; 

O!  Friend  of  friendless  sinners,  deign 
To  hear  my  penitential  cry. 

2  Borne  down  with  sin's  tremendous  load, 
I  cannot  raise  my  soul  to  thee; 

E'en  when  I  would  approach  thy  throne. 
Through  unbelief  I'm  kept  away. 

3  O!  sov'reign,  gracious,  pow'rful  God, 
Compel  my  sins  to  quit  their  seat; 
And,  cloth'd  with  Jesus'  finish'd  robe; 
I'll  dare  approach  my  Savior's  feet. 

4  My  first,  my  only  cry  shall  be, 
"Thy  sanctifying  grace  impart, 
And  form  my  soul  alike  to  thee, 
And  dwell  forever  in  my  heart." 

•Is*,  liv,  2, 


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Then,  when  I  quit  this  vale  of  tears, 
Uncloth'd  with  flesh  my  soul  shall  rise: 
Adorn'd  with  ev'ry  shining  grace, 
Shall  reign  with  God  above  the  skies. 


9.    L.  M. 

Exhortation  to  prayer. 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  thy  mercy-seat! 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there? 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw, 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  Saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when  thro5  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  Heaven  in  supplication  sent, 


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Your  cheerful  songs  would  oft'nerbe, 
4iHear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me/ 


10.    L.  M. 

Pleading  the  firomises. 

1  WHEN  Zion's  sons,  Great  God!  appear 
In  Zion's  court  for  praise  and  pray'r; 
Then  in  thy  Spirit,  deign  to  be 

As  one  with  those  who  worship  thee. 

2  Till  thou  shalt  o'er  the  waters  move, 
'Twill  but  a  barren  season  prove; 
Lifeless  and  cold  will  be  the  song, 
The  preacher  dull,  the  service  long. 

3  Without  thine  over  shad' wing  wings, 
No  sweets  the  gospel  message  brings; 
Fetter'd  the  herald's  tongue  appears, 
Till  his  great  Master's  feet  he  hears. 

4  Winds,  from  the  north  and  south,  awake, 
Take  of  the  things  of  Jesus,  take; 
Diffuse  thy  kind  celestial  dew, 

Bring  pardon,  peace,  and  healing  too. 

5  Confirm  the  weak  and  feeble  knees, 
Unfold  the  gospel  promises; 

The  truth  we  hear,  do  thou  apply, 
Nor  let  a  waiter's  fleece  be  dry. 

6  Then  shall  we  count  the  season  dear, 
To  those  who  speak  or  those  who  hear; 
And  all  conspire  with  sweet  accord, 

In  hymns  of  joy,  to  praise  the  Lord. 


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ii.   c.  mN 

The  successful resolve— -/ will  go  unto  the  Ki?ig. 
Esther  iv,  1 6. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 

2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  tho'  my  sin 

"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
"I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess, 

"I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 
"Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
"And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
"But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 
"And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

"I  am  resolv'd  to  try: 

"For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 

"I  must  for  ever  die." 


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12.     S.  M. 

A  broken  heart,  and  a  bleeding  Savior. 

1  UNTO  thine  altar  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring; 

And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing? 

2  To  Christ  the  bleeding  lamb, 
My  faith  directs  its  eyes 

Thou  may'st  rejett  that  worthless  thing, 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  When  he  gave  up  the  Ghost, 
The  law  was  satisfy'd; 

And  now  to  its  most  rigorous  claims, 
I  answer,  "Jesus  died." 


13.     L.  M. 

Holy  boldness. 

1  SPRINKLED  with  reconciling  blood, 
I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  O  God; 
Thy  face  no  frowning  aspect  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears! 

2  Th'  encircling  rainbow  peaceful  sign! 
Doth  with  refulgent  brightness  shine; 
And  while  my  faith!  beholds  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 

3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay; 
With  courage  sing,  with  fervor  pray; 
And  tho'  myself  a  wretch  undone, 
Hope  for  acceptance  thro'  thy  Son  — 


It 

Thy  Son,  who  on  the  accursed  tree, 
Expir'd  to  set  the  vilest  free; 
On  this  I  build  my  only  claim, 
And  all  I  ask  is  in  his  name. 


14.    C.  M. 

For  the  divine  fires ence,  Psalm  cxl,  13. 

i  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints* 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  suff'rings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies! 

4  Come  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise. 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

5  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 


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15.    S.  M. 

Forms  vain  without  religion, 

ALMIGHTY  Maker,  God! 

How  wondrous  is  thy  name! 

Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad 

Thro'  the  creation's  frame. 

Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too, 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

[But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform, 
Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm.] 

Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  formed  again. 

Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God,  rny  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise, 

2 


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16.     L.  M.      Old  100th. 
Introducing  fiublic  worship,^  Psalm  c. 

,1  WITH  one  consent  let  all  the  earth 
To  God  their  cheerful  voices  raise; 
Glad  homage  pay,  with  awful  mirth, 
And  sing  before  him  songs  of  praise. 

2  Convinc'd  that  he  is  God  alone, 
From  whom  both  we  and  all  proceed; 
We,  whom  he  chooses  for  his  own, 
The  flock  that  he  vouchsafes  to  feed. 

3  O  enter  then  his  temple  gate, 
Thence  to  his  courts  devoutly  press; 
And  still  your  grateful  hymns  repeat, 
And  still  his  name  with  praises  bless. 

4  For  he's  the  Lord,  supremely  good, 
His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure; 

His  truth,  which  always  firmly  stood, 
To  endless  ages  shall  endure. 


17.    C.  M. 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1  COME  let  us  join  in  sweet  accord 

In  hymns  around  the  throne; 
This  is  the  day  our  rising  Lord 
Hath  made  and  call'd  his  own. 

2  This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest, 

The  brightest  of  the  sev'n; 
Type  of  that  everlasting  rest, 
The  saints  enjoy  in  heav'ftt 


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ON  THE  RESURRECTION   OF  CHRIST. 

18.   P.  M.  148th.  Resurrection  Tune. 
The  resurrection  of  Christ,  Luke  xxiv,  34. 

1  YES,  the  Redeemer  rose; 
The  Savior  left  the  dead; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 

High  rais'd  his  conquering  head: 
In  wild  dismay 
The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Lo!  the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet: 

Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 

From  realms  of  day 

To  Jesus'  tomb. 

3  Then  back  to  Heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear: 
Hark!  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  airl 

Their  anthems  say, 
"Jesus  who  bled 
"Hath  left  the  dead; 
"He  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeem'd  by  him  from  hell; 


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And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe  on  which  you  dwell; 

Transported  cry, 

"Jesus  who  bled 

"Hath  left  the  dead 

"No  more  to  die." 

All  hail  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  sav'st  us  with  thy  blood! 
Wide  be  thy  name  ador'd, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God! 

Witii  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 

And  empires  gain 

Beyond  the  skies. 


19.    P.  M. 

Christ* s  resurrection,  1  Cor.  xv,   56. 

1  CHRIST  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men,  and  angels  say, 
Raise  your  joys  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won: 
Lo!  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo!  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  sea!, 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell: 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  Paradise. 


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4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King, 
"Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting?" 
Once  he  dy'd  our  souls  to  save; 
"Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?5' 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  head, 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skie*. 

6  What  tho'  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parent's  fall; 
Second  life  we  now  receive, 

In  our  heavenly  Adam  live. 

7  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  given! 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now, 
Haill  the  Resurrection — thou. 


20.     P.  M.     Hart's  tune. 
The  resurrection  and  ascension. 

1  ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away, 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey: 
See!  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Hallelujah. 

2  'Tis  the  Savior,  Angels,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 

Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound.  Hal. 

3  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise, 


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In  long  triumph  up  the  sky, 

Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high.  Hal. 

4  Heaven  displays  her  portals  wide, 
Glorious  hero,  thro'  them  ride; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 

Thy  great  Father's  and  thy  own.  Hal. 

5  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres; 
Shout,  O  earth,  in  rapturous  song, 

Let  the  strains  be  sweet  and  strong.       Hal. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,and  captiv'd  hell; 
Where  is  hell's  once  dreaded  king! 
Where,  O  death,  thy  mortal  sting!  HaJ 

21.     P.  M. 

Christ  risen  victorious,  Luke  xxiv,  1—  7. 

1  UPRISING  from  the  darksome  tomb, 

See  the  victorious  Jesus  come! 
Th'  Almighty  prisoner  quits  the  prison; 
And  angels  tell  the  Lord  is  risen. 
Angels,  angels,  angels,  angels, — 
And  angels  tell  the  Lord  is  risen. 

2  Ye  guilty  souls,  that  groan  and  gric\c, 
Hear  the  glad  tidings,  hear  and  live; 
God's  righteous  law  is  satisfied, 
And  justice  now  is  on  your  side. 
Justice,  justice,  Sec. 

3  Your  surety,  thus  rcleas'd  by  God, 
Pleads  the  rich  ransom  of  his  blood: 
No  new  demand,  no  bar  remains; 


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But  mercy  now  triumphant  reigns. 
Mercy,  mercy,  &c. 

Believers,  hail  your  rising  head, 
The  first  begotten  from  the  dead; 
Your  resurrection's  sure,  tjiro'  his, 
To  endless  life  and  boundless  bliss 
Endless,  endless,  Sec. 


22.    L.   M. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  O  THAT  I  had  a  seraph's  fire, 
His  rapt'rous  song  and  golden  lyre, 
To  chant  the  love  and  grace' supreme, 
Reveal'd  as  in  the  gospel  scheme. 

2  Here's  pardon  full,  for  sins  that's  past, 
It  matters  not,  how  black  their  cast; 
And,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  view, 
Tor  sins  to  come,*  here's  pardon  too. 

3  When  Jesus  dy'd,  their  debts  were  paid,' 
Whose  sin  lay  on  this  Scape  Goat's  head; 
Was  to  the  trackless  desert  drove, 

And  buried  in  eternal  love. 

4  In  this  abyss  of  love  profound, 

When  sought  for,  they  shall  not  be  found; 
Hid  from  Jehovah's  piercing  eye, 
There  in  oblivious  shades  they  lie. 

*  The  believer  in  Jesus,  who  lives  under  a  sweet  sense  of 
pardoned  sin,  knows,  by  bitter  experience,  that  he  sins 
every  day,  and  shall  continue  so  do,  until  mortality  shall 
be  swallowed  up  of  life. 


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5  The  nation,  thus  redeem'd  from  sin, 
Were  chosen,  lov'd,  and  blest  in  him; 
And  while  he  lives,  they  ne'er  shall  die, 
For  they  are  his  by  cov'nant-tie. 

6  Let  saints  prepare  to  crown  his  brow 
With  bright  immortal  trophies,  now; 
And  let  their  songs  record  his  name, 
His  honors,  and  his  deathless  fame. 


23.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer ',  Rev.  1,5,  6. 

I  TO  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name, 
Awake  the  sacred  song! 
O  may  His  love,  (immortal  flame!) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love  what  mortal  thought  can  reach; 

What  mortal  tongue  display? 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Let  wonder  still  with  love  unite, 

And  gratiiude.and  joy; 
Jesus  be  our  supreme  delight, 
His  praise  our  best  employ. 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee; 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"The  Savior  died  for  me!" 


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5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue; 
Tiy  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

24.     P.  M. 
Universal  praise  to  Christ,  Rev.  v,  13, 

1  GLORY  to  God  on  high: 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

"Praise  ye  his  name!*' 
Angels,  his  love  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore; 
And  saints  cry  evermore 

"Worthy  the  Iambi" 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name: 
We  who  have  felt  his  Wood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  lamb!" 

3  Join  all  the  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless; 

Praise  ye  his  name! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise; 
And  shout,  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  lamb!" 

Tho*  we  must  change  our  place, 
Yet  shall  we  never  cease 
Praising  his  name: 


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To  him  we'll  tribute  bring: 
Hail  him  our  gracious  king: 
And  without  ceasing  sing 
"Worthy  the  lamb!" 


25.     P,  M. 

Praise  to  God  the  Redeemer,  Rom.  v,  8. 

1  O  THOU  God  of  my  salvation, 

My  Redeemer  from  all  sin; 
Mov'd  to  this  by  great  compassion, 

Yearning  bowels  from  within; 
I  will  praise  thee — 
Where  shall  I  thy  praise  begin? 

2  While  the  angel-choirs  are  crying, 

"Glory  to  the  great  I  AM;" 
I  with 'them  would  still  be  vying, 

"Glory,  glory  to  the  lamb!" 
Oh!  how  precious 
Is  the  sound  of  Jesus'  name! 

3  Now,  I  see,  with  joy  and  wonder, 
Whence  the  healing  streams  arose; 
Angel-minds  are  lost  to  ponder 

Dying  love's  mysterious  cause; 
What  a  blessing! 
Down  to  all,  to  me  it  flows. 


26.     P.   M. 

Public  worship, 

1  GLORY  be  to  God  on  highl— Hallelujah!* 
God  whose  glory  fills  the  sky: 
*To  be  sung -with  or  without  the  hallelujahs. 


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Lift  your  voice,  ye  people  all, 
Praise  the  God  on  whom  ye  call. 

2  God  his  sovereign  sway  maintains; 
King  o'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns: 
All  to  him  lift  up  their  eyes 

He  does  every  want  supply. 

3  Sons  of  earth  the  triumph  join, 
Praise  him  with  the  host  divine; 
Emulate  the  heavenly  powers; 
Their  all-gracious  God  is  ours. 

4  Happy  who  his  laws  obey! 
Them  he  rules  with  milder  sway; 
Pure  and  holy  hearts  alone 

Shall  in  heaven  surround  his  throne 

Him,  whose  joy  is  to  restore, 
Him  let  all  our  hearts  adore: 
Earth  and  heaven  repeat  the  cry, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high/' 


2/.     P.  M.     Chatham's  Tune. 
The  Lord's  prayer,  Matt,  vi,  $ — 15, 

OUR  Father,  whose  eternal  sway5 
The  bright  angelic  hosts  obey, 

O!  lend  a  pitying  ear; 
When  on  thy  awful  name  we  calJ, 
And  at  thy  feet  submissive  fall, 

O!  condescend  to  hear. 

2  Far  may  thy  glorious  reign  extend* 
May  rebels  to  thy  sceptre  bend, 
And  yield  to  sovereign  love; 


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May  we  take  pleasure  to  fulfil 
The  sacred  dictates  of  thy  will, 
As  angels  do  above. 

3  From  thy  kind  hand  each  temporal  good, 
Our  raiment  and  our  daily  food, 

In  rich  abundance  come: 
Lord,  give  us  still  a  fresh  supply, 
If  thou  withhold,  thy  hand  we  die, 

And  fill  the  silent  tomb. 

4  Pardon  our  sins,  O  God!  that  rise, 
And  call  for  vengeance  from  the  skies; 

And  while  we  are  forgiven, 
Grant  that  revenge  may  never  rest, 
And  malice  harbor  in  what  breast 

That  feels  the  love  of  heaven. 

5»  Protect  us  in  the  dangerous  hour, 
And  from  the  wi!y  tempter's  power 

O!  set  our  spirits  free: 
And  if  temptation  should  assail, 
May  mighty  grace  o'er  all  prevail, 

And  lead  our  hearts  to  thee. 

6  Thine  is  the  power,  to  thee  belongs 
The  constant  tribute  of  our  songs. 

All  glory  to  thy  name: 
Let  every  creature  join  our  lays, 
In  one  resounding  act  of  praise, 

Thy  wonders  to  proclaim. 


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PART  II. 

«OSFEL    DOCTRINES. 

SECT.     1. 
REVELATION. 

28.     C.  M. 

The  inspired  word  a  system  of  knowledge  and 
joy ,  Psalm  cxix,  105. 

1  HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine; 

By  inspiration  givenl 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp  thro'  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


29.   P.  M. 
Precious  Bible^  Psalm  xix,  10. 

i   PRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 


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Food  and  med'cine,  shield  and  sword, 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor- 
Having  this  I  need  no  more. 

Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  dauger, 
Tho'  it  fills,  it  never  cloys: 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed — 
Ke  is  meat  and  drink,  indeed. 


30.     C.  M. 

The  excellency  and  sufficiency  of  the  holy  sciifi- 
tures. 

i  FATHER  of  mercies  in  thy  word, 
What  endless  glory  shines! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here,  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  sec- 
ond still  increasing  light! 


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Divine  instructer,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  tliou  for  ever  near, 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 

And  view  my  Savior  there. 


31.     C.  M. 

The  light  and  glory   of  the  world,  Psalm    xix, 
4—6. 

1  A  GLORY  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat; 
His  truth's  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

S  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 
For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  viewT 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


32.     C.  M. 

T/ie  riches  of  God's  word, 

1  LET  avarice  from  shore  to  shore 
Her  fav'rite  god  pursue; 


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Thy  wrod  O  Lord,  we  value  more 
Than  India  or  Peru. 

2  Here  mines  of  knowledge,  love,  and  joy- 
Are  open'd  to  our  sight: 
The  purest  gold  without  alloy, 
And  gems  divinely  bright. 

S  The  counsels  of  redeeming  grace 
The  sacred  leaves  unfold: 
And  here  the  Savior's  lovely  face 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  behold. 

4  Here  light  descending  from  above 
Directs  our  doubtful  feet: 
Here  promises  of  heavenly  love 
Our  ardent  wishes  meet. 

S3.    Eights,  New  Jerusalem  iTune. 

All  IS  all;  or  the  testimony  concerning  Jesus^ 
the  soul  offirofihecy,  Rev»xix,  10. 

1  THE^Bible  is  justly  esteem'd 
The  glory  supreme  of  the  land, 
Which  shows  how  a  sinner's  redeem'd, 
And  brought  to  Jehovah's  right  hand. 
With  pleasure  we  freely  confess 
The  Bible  all  books  does  outshine, 
But  Jesus  his  person  and  grace, 
Affords  it  that  lustre  divine. 

2  In  every  firojihetical  book 

Where  God  his  decrees  hath  unstsal'd, 
With  joy  we  behold  as  we  look, 
The  wonderful  Savior  reveal'd: 


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His  glories  project  to  the  eye, 
And  prove  it  was  not  his  design, 
Those  glories  concealed  should  lie, 
But  there  in  full  majesty  shine. 

3  The  first  gracious  promise  to  man, 
A  blessed  prediction  appears, 

His  work  is  the  soul  of  the  plan, 
And  gives  it  the  glory  it  wears. 
How  cheering  the  truth  must  have  been 
That  Jesus  the  promised  seed, 
Should  triumph  o'er  Satan  and  sin, 
And  hell  in  captivity  lead! 

4  The  ancient  levitical  law 
Was  prophecy  after  its  kind, 

In  types  there  the  faithful  foresaw 
The  Savior  that  ransom'd  mankind. 
The  altar,  the  lamb,  and  the  priest, 
The  blood  that  was  sprinkl'd  of  old, 
Had  life,  when  the  people  could  taste 
The  blessing  those  shadows  foretold. 

5  Review  the  prophetical  song, 

Which  shines  in  prediction's  rich  train, 
The  sweetness  to  Jesus  belongs, 
And  point  out  his  sufferings  and  reign: 
Sure  David  his  harp  never  strung 
With  more  of  true  sacred  delight, 
Than  when  of  the  Savior  he  sung, 
And  he  was.  reve'led  to  his  sight. 

May  Jesus  more  precious  become — 
His  word  be  a  lamp  to  our  feet, 
While  we  in  the  wilderness  roam, 
'Till  brought  in  his  presence  to  meet! 

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Then,  then  will  we  gaze  on  thy  face, 
Our  prophet,  our  priest,  and  our  king; 
Recount  all  thy  wonders  of  grace, 
Thy  praises  eternally  sing. 


SECT.   2. 

JEHOVAH:  THE  FATHER,  SON,  AND  HOLY  GHOST* 

34.     P.M. 

God  praised  for  his  fierfection^  Psalm  cxlviii,  2, 

1  MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  thee, 

May  an  infant  lisp  thy  name? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels, 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
Hallelujah,  Hal.  Hal.  Hal.     Amen, 

2  Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise: 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought, 
For  created  works  of  power, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought; 
Hallelujah,  See. 

4  Brightness  of  thy  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unutterM  lie? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence! 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die; 
Hallelujah,  &c. 


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5  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  thoir  lays? 
Shame  would  cover  mc  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 
Hallelujah,  Hal.  Hal.  Hal.     Amen, 


35.     L.  M. 

God's  encouraging'  names^  Exod.  xxxiv,  5—7"- 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  who  loud  proclaims 
His  various,  and  his  saving  names; 

O  may  they  not  be  heard  alone, 
But  by  our  sure  experience  known! 

2  Let  great  Jehovah  be  ador'd, 
Th'  eternal,  all-sufficient  Lord; 

He  thro'  the  world  most  high  confessed, 
By  whom  'twas  form'd  and  is  possess'd. 

3  Awake,  our  noblest  powers,  to  bless 
The  God  of  Abr'/iam,  God  of  Peace; 
Now  by  a  dearer  title  known, 
Father  and  God  of  Christ  his  Son, 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  age  his  gracious  ear 
Is  open  to  his  servants'  prayer; 
Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain, 
That  it  ]*ath  sought  its  God  in  vain. 

5  What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare. 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a  fear? 
While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 
The  same  his  power,  his  love  the  same, 

5  To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise, 
To  thee  we  lift  expectin    eyes; 


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And  boldly  thro'  the  desert  tread, 

For  God  will  guard,  where  God  shall  lead 


36.     L.  M. 

The  unity  of  God,  Deut.  vi,  4. 

1  ETERNAL  God!  Almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  Being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  -within  itself  possest; 
Control'd  by  none  are  thy  commands; 
Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 

3  To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  due  homage  pay; 

All  other  gods  we  disavow, 

Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  sway. 

4  Spread  thy  great  name  thro'  heathen  lands; 
Their  idol-deities  dethrone; 

Reduce  the  world  to  thy  command; 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 


37.     C.  M. 

Doctrine  and  use  of  the   trinity,  Eph.    11,  18.. 

1  FATHER  of  glory,  to  thy  name 
Immortal  praise  we  give, 
Who  dost  an  act  of  grace  proclaim. 
And  bid'st  us,  rebels,  live! 


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Immortal  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  ccai>e; 

Our  lives  he  ransom'd  with  his  Own, 
And  dy'd  to  make  our  peace. 

To  the  Almighty  Spirit  be 

Immortal  glory  given; 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee. 

And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God; 
And  spread  his  honors,  and  their  joys, 

Through  nations  far  abroad. 

Let  faith  and  love  and  duty  join 

One  general  song  to  raise; 
And  saints  in  earth  and  heaven  combinej 

In  harmony  and  praise. 


38.     P.  M. 
To  the  Trinity,  2  Cor.  xiii,  14, 

1  HOLY,  blessed,  glorious  three 
One  from  all  eternity, 

Make  us  vessels  of  thy  grace. 
Ever  running  o'er  with  praise. 

2  Thee  we  laud  with  grateful  song", 
Sever*d  from  the  guilty  throng, 
Ransom'd  by  thy  Son  who  died, 
By  thy  Spirit  sanctified. 

3  O  that  we  thy  love  might  taste! 
Bless  us,  and  we  shall  be  biess'd; 
Cleanse  us  Lord,  from  sin's  abuse, 
Fit  us  for  the  master's  use! 


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In  our  hearts,  thy  temples,  dwell, 
With  the  hope  of  glory  fill: 
Be  on  earth  our  guest  divine, 
Then  in  heaven  we  shall  be  thine. 


39.     L.  M. 

Thanksgiving  to  the  Trinity,  Eph.    1,   3. 

1  ETERNAL  God,  the  thanks  receive, 
Which  thine  unworthy  servants  give; 
Father  of  every  mercy  thou, 
Almighty,  and  all-gracious  too! 

2  In  humble,  yet  exulting  songs, 
Thy  praises  issue  from  our  tongues, 
For  that  incessant  boundless  love, 
Which  we  and  all  thy  creatures  prove. 

3  Fashion'd  by  thy  creating  hand, 
And  by  thy  providence  sustain'd, 
We  wish  our  gratitude  to  shew, 
For  all  thy  temporal  blessings  due. 

4  But  O!  for  this  we  chiefly  raise 
The  incense  of  admiring  praise< — 
Thy  love  unspeakable  we  own, 
Which  sent  the  willing  Savior  down. 

5  And  O!  so  deep  a  sense  impress 
Of  thy  supreme  unbounded  grace, 
That  anthems  in  full  choir  may  rise, 
And  shake  the  earth  and  rend  the  skies: 

6  Make  us  in  deed,  as  well  as  word, 
Shew  forth  the  praises  of  the  Lordr 


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And  thank  him  still  for  what  he  gives, 
Both  with  our  lips,  and  in  our  lives! 

7  O  that,  by  sin  no  more  subdu'd, 
We  might  devote  ourselves  to  God, 
And  only  breathe  to  tell  his  praise, 
And  in  his  service  spend  our  days! 

8  Hail,  Father,  Hail  eternal  Son, 
Hail  sacred  Spirit,  three  in  one! 
Blessing  and  thanks  and  power  divine, 
Thrice  holv  Lord,  be  ever  thine. 


40.     L.  M. 

God  the  iiicomfireheniiible,  Job  xi,  7. 

1  GOD  is  a  name  my  soul  adores, 
Th'Almighty  Three,  th'eternal  One! 
Nature  and  grace,  with  aH  their  powers 
Confess  the  infinite  unknown. 

2  Thy  voice  produc'd  the  sea  and  spheres, 
Bid  the  waves  roar,  and  planets  shine; 
But  nothing  Hiie  thyself  appears, 

Through  all  these  spacious  works  of  thine 

"  Still  restless  nature  dies  and  grows; 

From  change  to  change  the  creatures  run." 
Thy  being  no  succession  knows, 
And  all  thy  vast  designs  are  one. 

4  Thrones  and  dominions  round  thee  fall, 
Ar.d  worship  in  submissive  forms; 
Thy  presence  shakes  tins  lower  ball^ 
This  little  dwelling  place  of  worms* 


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$  How  shall  affrighted  mortals  dare 
To  sing  thy  glory  or  thy  grace? 
Beneath  thy  feet  we  lie  so  far, 
And  see  but  shadows  of  thy  face! 

6  Who  can  behold  this  blazing  light! 
Who  can  approach  consuming  flame? 
None  but  thy  wisdom  knows  thy  might. 
None  but  thy  word  can  speak  thy  name. 

41.     L.  M. 

God  supreme  and  self-sufficient,  Prov.  xxx,  4. 

1  WHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach; 
He  dwells  conceal'd  in  radiant  flame, 
Where  neither  eye  nor  thought  can  reach. 

2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light; 
Compar'd  with  him,  how  short  they  tall. 
They  are  too  dark  and  he  too  bright; 
Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 

3  He  spoke  the  wond'rous  word,  and  lo! 
Creation  rose  at  his  command: 

'     Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand! 

4  There  rests  the  earth,  there  roll  the  spheres 
There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop: 
But  his  own  self-sufficience  bears 
The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 
Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon: 


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too  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows; 
His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 

6  Then  fly,  my  song,  an  endless  round, 
The  lofty  tune  let  Gabriel  raise; 
And  nature»dwell  upon    the  sound, 
But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise, 


42.     L.  M. 
The  greatness  arid  justice  of  God,  Job  ix,  4» 

1   THE  Great  Jehovah!  who  shall  dare 
With  him  to  tempt  unequal  war; 
What  heart  of  steel  shall  dare  t'oppose, 
And  league  among  his  harden'd  foes. 

3  At  his  command  the  light'nings  dart, 
And  swift  transfix  the  rebel-heart: 
Earth  trembles  at  his  look    and  cleaves. 
And  legions  sink  in  living  graves. 

3  See  Pharaoh  sinking  in  the  tide! 
See  Babel's  tyrant,  mad  with  pride, 
Graze  with  the  beasts!  hear  Herod  roar* 
While  worms  his  deity  devour! 

4  Sec  from  the  turrets  of  the  skies, 
Tall  cherubs  sink  no  more  to  rise; 
And  trace  their  rank  on  thrones  of  light 
By  heavier  chains,  and  darker  night! 

5  Great  God!  and  shall  this  soul  of  mine 
Presume  to  challenge  wrath  divine5 
Trembling  I  seek  thy  mercy-scat. 
And  lav  my  Weapons  at  thv  feet. 

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43.     C.  M. 

God's  dominion  and  decrees ,  Dan.  iv,  34,  35. 

1  KEEP  silence  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod: 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree: 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres,  and  a  crown; 
Anon,  the  following  page  he  turns, 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  ne'er  would  long  to  see 

My  fate-  with  curious  eyes, 


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What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me. 
Or  what  bright  scenes  shall  rise. 

In  the  fair  book  of  life  and  grace 
May  I  but  find  my  name, 

Recorded  in  some  humbje  place 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb. 


44.     L.  M. 

God  the  wise  and  gracious^  Psalm  Ixii,  5. 

1  WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions  all  be  still; 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  councils  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells* 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
But  tho'  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  sea, 
He  executes  his  firm  decree; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat; 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 


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45.    C.  M. 

God  the  loving  sovereign,  Exod.  xxxiii,  19. 

1  THE  Lord!  how  fearful  is  his  name! 

How  wide  is  his  command! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand. 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe; 
Whilst,  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown. 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them,  as  he  please. 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  shining  forms, 
His  Sovereign  eye  looks  thro'  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  His  bowels  to  our  worthless  race 

In  sweet  compassion  move; 
He  clothes  his  looks  with  softest  grace, 
And  takes  his  title,  love. 

6  Now  let  the  Lord  for  ever  reign, 

And  sway  us  as  he  will, 
Sick,  or  in  health,  in  ease,  or  pain 
We  are  his  fav'rites  still. 

7  No  more  shall  peevish  passion  rise, 

The  tongue  no  more  complain; 


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Tis  sovereign  love  that  lends  our  joys. 
And  love  resumes  again. 


46.     C.  M. 

The  goodness  of  God,  Nahum  i,  7. 

1  YE  humble  souls  approach  your  Gob 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care5 

In  him  we  live  and  move; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Loro,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  heme, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise, 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  regard* 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  Gon,  to  thy  Almighty  love. 

What  honors  shall  we  raise? 
Not  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above*, 
Can  render  equal  praise, 
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47.    L.    M. 

The  loving  kindness  of  the   Lord,  Isa.  lxiii,   7. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 

His  loving  kindness  Q  how  free! 

2  Pie  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'fl  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness  O  how  great! 

3  Tho5  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness  O  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud* 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness  O  how  good! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 
But  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
O!  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death! 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day? 


And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 


48.      C.  M. 

Mercy  and  truth  met  together;  or  the  harmony 
of  t/ys  divine  perfections,  Psalm  lxxxv,  10. 

1  WHEN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 

Disclos'd  his  kind  design, 
To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
From  mis'ry,  shame,  and  sin; 

2  Quick,  through  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss, 

The  joyful  tidings  ran; 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news, 
That  God  would  dwell  with  man. 

3  Yet  'midst  their  joys  they  paus'd  awhile 

And  asked  with  strange  surprise, 
"But  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile; 
"Or  look  with  pitying  eyes? 

4  ["Will  the  Almighty  deign  again 

"To  visit  yonder  world; 
"And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 
"Whence  rebels  once  were  hurl'd? 

5  "Their  tears,  and  groans,  and  deep  distress 

"Aloud  for  mercy  call; 
"But  ah!  must  truth  and  righteousness 
"To  mercy  victims  fall?" 

6  So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man. 

Delighted,  yet  surpris'd; 


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Eager  to  know  the  wond'rous  plan, 
That  wisdom  had  devis'd.] 

7  The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply'd, 
"In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 
"And  justice  satisfy'd. 

8  "Behold!  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 

"A  sacrifice  to  God; 
"Let  angry  justice  now  no  more 
"Demand  the  sinner's  blood." 

9  He  spake,  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung, 

With  shouts  of  loud  applause; 

"He  dy'd,"  the  friendly  angels  sung, 

Nor  cease  their  rapturous  joys. 


94.    P.  M. 

Divine  mercy  celebrated^  Ps.  Ixxxix,  i,  cxxxvi. 

1  THY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme   of  my 

song; 
The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my  tongue: 
Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul  fast 

2  Without  thy  free  mercy  I  could  not  live  here; 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair: 
But,  thro'  thy  free  goodness,  my  spirits  revive, 
And  he  thai  first  made  me,  still  keeps  me  alive, 

3  Whene'er  I  mistake,  thy  kind  mercy  begins 
To  melt  me  and  then  I  can  mourn  for  my  sins; 


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And,  led  by  the  Spirit  to  Jesus's  blood,  [new'cL 
My  sorrows  are  dry'd  and  my   strength  is  re- 

4Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart; 
JDissolv'd  by  thy  sun-shine,  I  fall  to  the  ground 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

5Thy  mercy  is  endless,  most  tender  and  free; 
No  sinner  need  doubt,  since  'tis  given  to  me; 
No  merit  will  buy  it,  nor  fears  stop  its  course; 
Good  works  are  the  fruits  of  its  freeness  and 
force. 

6Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell; 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell; 
'Twas  Jesus  my  friend  when  he  hung  on  the 

tree, 
That  open'dthe  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

7Great  Father  of  mercies,  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  covenant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit  whose  witness  divine 
Seals  mercy  and   pardon,  and    righteousness 

MINE. 


50.    L.  M. 
Divine  good?iess,  Ezra  iii,  11. 

I  TRIUMPHANT  Lord,  thy  goodness  reign* 
Through  all  the  wide  celestial  plains; 
And  its  full  streams  redundant  flow 
Down  to  th'  abodes  of  men  below. 


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2  Thro'  nature's  works  its  glories  shine; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine: 
And  grace  erects  our  ruin'd  frame, 

A  fairer  temple  to  thy  name. 

3  O  give  to  every  human  heart 

To  taste,  and  feel,  how  good  thou  art: 
With  grateful  love,  and  reverend  fear, 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

4  Let  nature  burst  into  a  song; 

Ye  echoing  hills,  the  notes  prolong: 
Earth,  seas,  and  stars,  your  anthems  raise, 
All  vocal  with  your  Maker's  praise, 

5  Ye  saints  with  joy  the  theme  pursue, 
Its  sweetest  notes  belong  to  you; 
Elected  by  your  heavenly  king, 
For  ever  round  his  throne  to  sing. 


51.    L.  M. 
God  exalted  above  allfiraise. 

1  ETERNAL  power!  whose  high  abode 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God; 
Infinite  length,  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds. 

2  The  lowest  step  above  thy  seat 
Rises  too  high  for  Gabriel's  feet; 
In  vain  the  tall  archangel  tries 

To  reach  the  height  with  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too; 


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Krom  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Great,  the  Holt,  and  the  High! 

4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learn'd  to  lisp  thy  name; 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  but  man  below; 

Be  short  our  tunes;  our  words  be  few: 
A  sacred  reverence  checks  our  songs,. 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


SECT.   3. 

CREATION  AND  PROVIDENCE. 

52.     L.M. 

Jill  thy  works  firaise  tHEE. 

1  TO  God  the  universal  king 

Let  all  mankind  their  tribute  bring; 
All  that  have  breath  your  voices  raise, 
In  songs  of  never-ceasing  praise. 

2  The  spacious  earth  on  which  we  tread, 
And  wider  heavens  stretch'd  o'er  our  head; 
A  large  and  solemn  temple  frame, 

To  celebrate  its  Builder's  fame. 

3  Here  the  bright  sun  that  rules  the  day, 
As  thro'  the  sky  tie  makes  his  way, 
To  all  the  world  proclaims  aloud 
The  boundless  sov'reignty  of  God. 


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4  When  from  his  courts  the  sun  retirees, 
And  with  the  day  his  voice  expires, 
The  moon  and  stars  adopt  the  song, 
And  thro'  the  night  the  praise  prolong. 

5  The  Jist'ning  earth  with  rapture  hears 
Th'  harmonious  music  of  the  spheres; 
And  all  her  tribes  the  notes  repeat, 
That  God  is  wise,  and  good,  and  great. 

6  But  man  endow'd  with  nobler  pow'rs, 
His  God  in  nobler  strains  adores: 
His  is  the  gift  to  know  the  song, 

As  well  as  sing  with  tuneful  tongue. 


53.     L.  M. 

A  summary  view  of  the  creation,  Gen.  i. 

1  LOOK  up,  ye  saints,  direct  your  eyes 
To  Him  who  dwells  above  the  skies; 
With  your  glad  notes  his  praise  rehearse 
Who  form'd  the  mighty  universe. 

2  He  spoke,  and  from  the  womb  of  night 
At  once  sprang  up  the  cheering  light; 
Him  discord  heard  and  at  his  nod 
Beauty  awoke,  and  spoke  the  God. 

3  The  word  he  gave  th*  obedient  sun 
Began  his  glorious  grace  to  run: 
Nor  silver  moon,  nor  stars  delay 
To  glide  along  th*  etherial  way. 

4  Teeming  with  life,  air,  earth,  and  sea 
Obey  th*  Almighty's  high  decree 


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To  every  tribe  he  gives  their  food, 
1  hen  speaks  the  whole  divinely  good 

5  But  to  complete  the  wond'rous  plan, 
*rom  earth  and  dust  he  fashions  man; 
In  man  the  last,  in  him  the  best, 
The  Maker's  image  stands  confest. 

6  Lord,  while  thy  glorious  works  I  view, 
£>rm  thou  my  heart  and  soul  anew; 
Here  bid  thy  purest  light  to  shine, 
And  beauty  glow  with  charms  divine, 

54.    P.  M. 

A  song  to  creating  wisdom. 

1  ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise, 

I  nee  the  creation  sings; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas. 
And  heaven's  high  palace  rings. 

2  Thy  hand  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky! 

How  glorious  to  behold! 
Ting'd  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  starr'd  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Thy  glories  blaze  all  nature  round, 

And  strike  the  gazing  sight, 
l  hro   saies,  and  seas,  andsoiid  ground, 
With  terror  and  delight. 

4  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill 

Shme  thro' the  worlds  abroad; 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill 
And  speak  the  builder  God. 
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But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grader 
Our  softer  passions  move; 

Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 
We  see,  adore,  and  love. 


55.     L.  M. 
God  our  light,  2  Cor.  iv,  6. 

1  PRAISE  to  the   Lord  of  boundless  might. 
With  uncreated  glories  bright! 

His  presence  gilds  the  worlds  above; 
Th'  unchanging  source  of  light  and  love. 

2  Our  rising  earth  his  eye  beheld, 
When  in  substantial  darkness  veil  d; 
The  shapeless  chaos,  nature's  womb, 
Lay  buried  in  eternal  gloom. 

3  "Let  there  be  light,"  Jehovah  said, 
And  light  o'er  all  its  face  was  spread: 
Nature,  array'd  in  charms  unknown, 
Gay  with  its  new  born  lustre  shone. 

4  He  sees  the  mind,  when  lost  it  lies 
In  shades  of  ignorance  and  vice; 
And  darts  from  heaven  a  vivid  ray, 
And  changes  midnight  into  day. 

5  Shine,  mighty  God,  with  vigor  shine 
On  this  benighted  heart  of  mine; 
And  let  thy  glories  stand  reveal'd, 
As  in  our  Savior's  face  beheld. 


My  soul,  reviv'd  by  heaven-born  day, 
Thy  radiant  image  shall  display. 


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While  all  my  faculties  unite 

To  praise  the  Lord  who  gives  me  light. 

56.     L.  M. 

God's  goodness  to  the  children  of  men,  Psalm 
cvii,  31. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Thro*  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light; 
Where  sun  and  moon  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars,  that  glow  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing,  earth,  in  verdant  robes  array'd, 

Its  herbs  and  flowers,  its  fruits  and  shade; 
Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 
Offish,  and  fowl,  and  beasts,  and  worms. 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shine*. 

5  But  O!  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array 'd, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

6  Thither  my  soul  with  rapture  soar 
There  in  the  land  of  praise  adore; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 


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57.     L.  M. 

Creation's  harmony. 

1  THE  spacious  firmanent  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  etherial  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes,  to  every  land, 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly,  to  the  listning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth: 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestial  ball; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found: 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine— 
"The- hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


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58.     C.  M. 

Creation  and  providence. 

1  LORD,  when  our  raptur'd  thought  surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  our  souls  adore. 

2  Where'er  we  turn  our  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  The  living  tribes  of  countless  forms, 

In  earth,  and  sea,  and  air; 
The  meanest  flies,  the  smallest  worms 
Almighty  power  declare. 

4  Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness,  Lord. 

In  all  thy  works  appear: 
And  O!  let  man  thy  praise  record, 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care! 

PAUSE. 

5  From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains; 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 
His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

6  Yet  nobler  favors  claim  his  praise, 

Of  reason's  light  possess'd; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays, 
Still  more  divinelv  bless'd. 


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if  Thy  providence  his  constant  guard, 
When  threatening  woes  impend; 
Or  will  th'  impending  dangers  ward, 
Or  timely  succors  lend. 

8  On  us  that  providence  has  shone 
With  gentle  smiling  rays; 

"   O,  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise! 


59.      C.  M. 
Stor?tis  and  afflictions,  Mark  iv,  39. 

1  GREAT  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame, 

We  own  thy  power  divine: 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm, 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way. 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will; 
And  aw'd  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

.3  Thy  mercy  tempers  ever  blast 
To  them  that  seek  thy  face; 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar, 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 
Till  all  the  tumults  cease; 
And  gales  of  paradise  shall  sooth 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 


60.     L.  M. 

Creatures  mu  table  ^  Psalm  cii,  25— 28. 

1  GREAT  former  of  this  various  frame, 
Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name; 
And  bow  and  tremble  while  they  praise, 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  with  unsurprised  survey, 
Saw'st  nature  rising  yesterday; 
And,  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

S  Beyond  an  angel's  vision  bright, 
Thou  dwell'st  in  self-existent  light; 
Which  shines  with  undiminish'd  ray, 
While  suns  and  worlds  in  smoke  decay, 

PAUSE, 

4  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast) 
A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around: 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies, 

6  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean:  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God* 


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61.    C.  M. 

God  the  provider,  Gen.  xxii,  14. 

%  FATHER  of  love!  from  age  to  age 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
The  heart  and  lips  of  saints  engage, 
In  cheerful  songs,  to  praise. 

2>  Creatures  in  various  trains  to  thee 
Raise  the  dependant  eye; 
Thy  stores  of  goodness  rich  and  free, 
Their  various  wants  supply. 

o  But  O!  the  treasures  of  thy  love, 
To  man's  apostate  race, 
Are  boundless  mysteries,  far  above 
Both  man's  and  angel's  praise. 

4  Jesus!  in  whom  all  fulness  dwells, 

Thro'  endless  years  the  same, 
To  every  hungry  soul  reveals 
The  glories  of  his  name. 

5  Thousands  in  this  dark  world  below, 

His  faithfulness  attest; 
In  worlds  above  ten  thousand  know, 
That  humble  souls  are  blest. 


62.     C.  M. 

Providence  reviewed,  Psaln    ciii,  1—5. 

I  WHEN  all  thy  mercies,  < 
My  rising  soul  survey. 


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Transported  with  the  view  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd; 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

6  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise- 
But  O!  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


63.  C.  M. 

Life  reviewed,  Deut.  viii,  2. 

is  WHEN,  o'er  the  trodden  paths  of  life, 
Backwards  I  turn  mine  eyes, 
What  varied  scenes,  throughout  the  road, 
Awaken  my  surprise!  * 


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2  Thousands,  to  whom  my  natal  hour 

Imparted  vital  breath, 
Just  looked  on  life,  and  closed  their  eyes 
In  the  fast  sleep  of  death. 

3  Thousands,  who  climVd  to  manhood's  stage; 

Safe  through  unnumber'd  snares; 
Travell'd  not  far  before  they  sunk 
Amidst  its  thorns  and  cares. 

4  Follow'd  thro*  every  changing  stage, 

With  goodness  all  my  days, 
Deny  me  not  a  heart  to  love, 
A  tongue  to  speak  thy  praise. 

?  Ten  thousand  thousand  thanks  to  thee, 
My  grateful  lips  shall  give; 
And,  while  I  make  thy  grace  my  trust, 
To  thee  alone  I'll  live. 
6  Ten  thousand  thousand  thanks  to  thee, 
Echo  along  the  road; 
Ol  may  I  join  those  endless  songs, 
That  fill  thy  blest  abode. 


64.    C.  M. 

The  mysteries   of  Providence;  or  light  shhiini 
out  of  darkness. 

i  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


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2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 
Of  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Yc  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour, 

The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


65.     L.  M. 

Mysteries  to  be  exfilained  hereafter,  Johnxiii, 

1  GREAT  God  of  providence!  thy  ways 
Are  hid  from  mortal  sight; 

Wrapt  in  impenetrable  shades, 
Or  cloth'd  with  dazzling  light. 

2  The  wond'rous  methods  of  thy  grace 
Evade  the  human  eye; 


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The  nearer  we  attempt  t*  approach, 
The  farther  off  they  fly. 

3  But  in  the  world  of  bliss  above 
Where  thou  dost  ever  reign, 

Thy  mysteries  shall  be  all  unveil'd, 
And  not  a  doubt  remain. 

4  The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  there 
His  brightest  beams  display, 

And  not  a  hovering  cloud  obscure 
That  never-ending  day. 


66.     P.  M. 

Universal  fir aise.  Psalm  cxlv,  3. 

1   BEGIN  my  soul,  th'exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  the  Almighty's  name: 
Lo!  heaven  and  earth  and  sea  and  skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

3  Ye  fields  of  light  celestial  plains, 

Where  gay  transporting  beauty  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
Your  Makers  wond'rous  power  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame, 

And  breath'd  the  fluid  air. 

•3  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th*  adoring  thrones  avounti 
His  boutidless  mercy  sing- 


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Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love. 
And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice, 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice, 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll: 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare: 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breath  it  to  the  soul. 

5  Let  man,  by  noblest  passions  sway'd 
The  feeling  heart,  the  thoughtful  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ: 
Spread  his  tremendous  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  ring  back  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy! 


67.     L.  M. 

General  praise. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  hymns  of  praise} 
To  God  the  song  triumphant  raise; 
Light  forms  his  robe  and  round  his  head 
The  heavens  their  ample  curtains  spread. 

2  On  firmest  base,  uprear'd,  the  earth 
To  him  ascribes  her  wondrous  birth: 
He  spake,  and  o'er  each  mountain's  head 
The  deep  its  watery  mantle  spread. 

3  He  spake,  and  from  the  whelming  flood 
Again  their  tops  emergent  stood; 
And  fast  adown  their  bending  side, 

With  refluent  streams,  the  currents  glide- 
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4  His  showers  with  verdure  crown  the  hills 
The  earth  with  various  fruits  he  fills; 
Preventive  of  their  wants,  his  aid 
Yields  lo  the  brutes  the  springing  blade. 

5  For  man  chief  object  of  his  care, 
His  hands  the  foodful  herb  prepare; 
The  gladdening  wine,  refreshing  oil, 
And  bread  that  strings  his  nerves  for  toil. 

6  Great  God,  in  ceaseless  strains,  my  tongue 
Shall  meditate  the  grateful  song, 

And  long  as  breath  informs  my  frame, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  proclaim. 


69.     C.  M. 

Praise  to  God. 

1  BEGIN  the  high,  celestial  strain, 

My  ravish'd  soul,  and  sing 
A  solemn  hymn  of  grateful  praise, 
To  heaven's  almighty  king. 

2  Ye  curling  fountains,  as  ye  roll 

Your  silver  waves  along, 
Whisper  to  all  your  verdant  shores 
The  subject  of  my  song. 

3  Bear  it,  ye  winds,  on  all  your  wings, 

To  distant  climes  away, 
And  round  the  wide  extended  world 
The  lofty  theme  convey. 


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4  Take  the  glad  burden  of  his  name., 

Ye  clouds,  as  ye  arise, 
Whether  to  deck  the  golden  morn 
Or  shade  the  evening  skies* 

5  Long  let  it  tremble  round  the  spheres^ 

And  echo  through  the  sky; 
Till  angels,  with  immortal  skill, 
Improve  the  harmony: 

5  While  we,  with  sacred  rapture  fir'd. 
The  blest  Creator  sing; 
And  chant  our  consecrated  lays 
To  heaven's  eternal  King. 


69.     L.  M. 

Universal  praise, 

1  YE  blest  inhabitants  of  heaven, 
To  God  be  all  your  praises  given; 

O  praise  him  from  the  realms  that  lie 
Above  the  reach  of  mortal  eye. 

2  Nor  let  the  heaven  his  praise  confine; 
O,  all  the  earth,  the  chorus  join: 

Ye  beasts,  that  range  th'  uncultur'd  soil,. 
Or  patient  lend  to  man  your  toil. 

$  Ye  youthful  bands,  and  virgin  choir, 
Each  lisping  babe,  and  homy  sire, 
Wake  to  his  name  your  grateful  songs; 
To  him  alone  all  praise  belongs. 

4  His  glory  earth's  wide  bounds  o'erflows 
Nor  highest  heaven  its  limit  knows: 


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O  come,  your  thankful  voices  raise, 
And  consecrate  to  him  your  praise. 


70.     P.  M. 

Grateful  firaise  to  the  God  of  nature,  Jirovi- 
denee,  and  grace. 

1  LET  every  tuneful  accent  rise 

To  him  that  rules  the  earth  and  skies, 

The  infinite  unknown; 
His  goodness  shines  around  the  sphere, 
And  richly  crowns  the  rolling  year 

With  blessings  from  his  throne. 

2  'Tis  he  ordains  the  blooming  spring, 
Her  softest,  sweetest  charms  to  bring, 

And  wear  her  lovely  dress; 
'Tis  he  that  clothes  the  fertile  vale, 
Bids  fragrance  breathe  in  every  gale, 

The  rural  scene  to  bless. 

3  But  he  hath  richer  gifts  in  store, 
For  which  our  grateful  hearts  adore 

The  Source  of  every  good; 
He  gives  us  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
Pardon  and  peace,  and  life  divine, 

Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

4,  When  destitute  of  help  and  hope, 
His  sovereign  mercy  rais'd  us  up, 

And  snatch'd  us  from  despair; 
So  free,  so  boundless  is  his  love, 
He  calls  us  to  the  realms  above, 
And  soon  shall  bring  us  there 


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5  Our  voices  should  in  concert  join, 
In  songs  of  harmony  divine, 

The  theme  is  ever  new; 
Let  music  all  her  graces  bring, 
Awake,  awake  each  tuneful  string, 

To  pay  the  tribute  due. 


SECT.   4. 

man's  apostasy;  his  state  by  nature  and 
sinful  ways. 

71.     C.  M. 

Man's  a/wstasy  and  ruin,  1  Cor.  xv,  22. 

1  WITH  flowing  eyes  and  bleeding  hearty 

A  blasted  world  survey! 
See  the  wide  ruin  sin  hath  wrought 
In  one  unhappy  day! 

2  Adam,  in  God's  own  image  form'd, 

From  God  and  bliss  estrang'd! 
And  all  the  joys  of  paradise 
For  guilt  and  horror  chang'd! 

3  O  fatal  heritage,  bequeath'd 

To  all  his  helpless  race! 
Thro*  the  thick  maze  of  sin  and  woe, 
Thus  to  the  grave  we  pass. 

4  But,  O  my  soul,  with  rapture  hear 

The  second  Adam's  name; 
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And  the  celestial  gifts  he  brings 
To  all  his  seed  proclaim. 

5  Praise  to  his  rich  mysterious  grace! 
E'en  by  our  fall  we  rise; 
And  gain  for  earthly  Eden  lost, 
A  heavenly  paradise. 


72.     C.  M. 

Indwelling  sin  lamented, 

1  WITH  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 

My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base 
So  false  as  mine  has  been; 

So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin! 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true; 

Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 

4  Reason  I  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 
And  all  her  words  approve: 

But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  dear  Savior,  shall  I  feci 
These  struggles  in  my  breast? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest? 


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Break,  sov'reign  grace,  O  break  the  charm 

And  set  the  captive  free: 

Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me. 


73.     S.  M. 

The  evil  heart,  Jer.  xvii,  S;  Matt,  xv,  19, 

1  ASTONISH'D  and  distress'd 
I  turn  mine  eyes  within; 

My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  opprest, 
The  seat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crouds  of  evil  thoughts, 
What  vile  affections  there! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  king  of  saints, 
'These  tyrant  lusts  subdue; 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind. 
And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shall  loud  Hosannas  raise; 

My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 


30.     C.  M. 

The  deceitfulness  of  sin ,  Heb.  iii,  15, 

I  ALAS!  this  adamantine  heart,     . 
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Alas!  these  active  powers  congeal'd 
By  the  deceits  of  sin. 

2  Canst  thou  my  soul,  to  heaven  allied,. 

A  native  of  the  sky,     . 
Thus,  in  ignoble  fetters  bound, 
A  willing  captive  lie? 

3  What!  cannot  all  the  melting  charms 

Of  a  Redeemer's  love, 
Nor  thunderbolts  of  wrath  divine 
This  flinty  bosom  move? 

4  O  let  that  rock  asunder  break 

Before  thy  awful  face; 
Or  rather  melt  away  beneath 
Thy  milder  beams  of  grace. 


75.    L.  M. 
The  madness  ofsin^  Isa.  xxxiii,  14. 

1  SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die; 
Daring  to  leap  to  world's  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames? 

3  Stay,  sinner  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains3 
For  ever  telling  yet  untold. 


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76.     L.  M. 

The  effects  of the  fall  lamented,  Psalm  cxix, 
136,   158. 

1  ARISE,  my  tenderest  thoughts,  arise; 
To  torrents  melt  my  streaming  eyes; 
And  thou,  my  heart,  with  anguish  feel 
Those  evils  which  thou  canst  not  heal. 

2  See  human  nature  sunk  in  shame; 
See  scandals  pour'd  on  Jesus*  name; 
The  Father  wounded  thro'  the  Son 
The  world  abus'd;  the  soul  undone. 

3  See  the  short  course  of  vain  delight 
Closing  in  everlasting  night;-^ 

In  flames,  that  no  abatement  know, 
Tho'  briny  tears  for  ever  flow. 

4  My  God,  I  feel  the  mournful  scene; 
My  bowels  yearn  o'er  dying  men; 
And  fain  my  pity  would  reclaim, 

And  snatch  the  firebrands  from  the  flame. 

5  But  feeble  my  compassion  proves, 
And  can  but  weep  where  most  it  loves; 
Thy  own  all-saving  arm  employ, 

And  turn  these  drops  of  grief  to  joy. 


77.     L.  M. 
Sin's  desert  and  pardoning  grace,  Job  xi,  4r 

I  GREAT  God!  beneath  thy  piercing  eye, 
Prostrate  our  guilty  souls  would  He, 


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Conscious  that  sin,  which  sunk  us  low, 
Might  sink  us  yet  to  deeper  woe. 

2  Thy  vengeance  might  have  fix'd  our  doom 
Where  messengers  of  peace  ne'er  come; 
Where  night  eternal  shuts  out  day, 
And  black  despair  hope's  gladd'ning  ray. 

S  Lo,  we  are  vile,  shall  we  complain? 
Unless  it  be  "unclean!  unclean!" 
Hear,  from  .the  dust,  our  broken  sigh, 
And  pity,  or  we  hopeless  die. 

4  Listen!  what  gladdening  music  cheers 
Our  hopes,  and  sinks  our  slavish  fears; 
"Arise,"  he  says,  "no  more  distrust, 
"And  weep  no  more  in  hopeless  dust. 

5  "Come,  and  your  naked  souls  I'll  dress 
"In  robes  of  grace  and  righteousness; 
"My  hand  the  poorest  can  supply, 
"And  wipe  the  most  despondent  eye." 

6  Lord,  'tis  enough;  we  know  thy  voice; 
Our  tongues  and  hearts  in  thee  rejoice; 
We'll  tell  aloud  thy  matchless  grace, 
And  spread  thro'  world's  to  come  thy  praise. 


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SECT.   5. 

THE  COVENANT  OF  GRACE. 

78.     P.  M. 

Redeeming"  love.  Psalm  cxi,  9 

1  NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesu's  name; 

Ye,  who  Jesu's  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Savior's  face; 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love: 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas!  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  the  Savior's  breast; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string, 


Mortals  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 


79.    C.  M. 

Support  in  God's  covenant  under  trouble \ 
2  Sam.  xxiii,  5. 

1  MY  God,  the  covenant  of  thy  love 
Abides  for  ever  sure, 

And  in  its  matchless  grace  I  feel 
My  happiness  secure. 

2  What  tho'  my  house  be  not  with  thee. 
As  nature  could  desire? 

To  nobler  joys  than  nature  gives, 
Thy  servants  all  aspire. 

3  Since  thou,  the  everlasting  God, 
My  father  art  become; 

Jesus  my  guardian  and  my  friend, 
And  heaven  my  final  home; 

4  I  welcome  all  thy  sov'reign  will? 
For  all  that  will  is  love: 

And  when  I  know  not  what  thou  dost 
I  wait  the  light  above. 

5  Thy  cov'nant  the  last  accent  claims 
Of  this  poor  faltering  tongue; 

And  that  shall  the  first  notes  employ 
Of  my  celestial  song. 


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80.     C.  M. 

fiod  glorious  and  sinners  saved,  Isa.  xliv,  23. 

1  FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines, 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise!. 
Known  thro'  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  thro*  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  ali  thy  creatures  writ, 
They  shew  the  labor  of  thine  hands: 
Or  impress  of  thy  feet. 

4  But,  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms; 

5  Our  thoughts  are  lost  in  reverend  awe: 

We  love,  and  we  adore! 
The  first  archangel  never  saw 
So  much  of  God  before. 

6  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known; 

Nor  dare  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 
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81.     C.  M. 

Mercy  and  truth  met  together;  or,  the  harmo- 
ny of  the  divine  perfections,  Psm.  lxxxv,  10. 

1  WHEN  first  the  God  of  boundless  grace 

Disclose  his  kind  design, 
To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
From  mis'ry,  shame,  and  sin; 

2  Quick,  through  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss 

The  joyful  tidings  ran; 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news, 
That  God  would  dwell  with  man. 

3  Yet  'midst  their  joys  they  paused  awhile, 

And  askM  with  strange  surprise, 
"But  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile, 
"Or  look  with  pitying  eyes? 

4  ["Will  the  Almighty  deign  again 

"To  visit,  yonder  world; 
"And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 
"Whence  rebels  once  were  huiTd? 

5  "Their  tears,  and   groans,  and  deep  distress 

"Aloud  for  mercy  call; 
"But  ah!  must  truth  and  righteousness 
"To  mercy  victims  fall?" 

6  So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 

Delighted,  yet  surpris'd; 
Eager  to  know  the  wond'rous  plan, 
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7  The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply'd, 
"In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 
"And  justice  satisfy'd. 

8  "BehoJd!  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 

"A  sacrifice  to  God; 
"Let  angry  justice  now  no  more 
"Demand  the  sinner's  blood.'* 

9  He  spake,  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung, 

With  shouts  of  loud  applause; 

*4He  dy'd,"  the  friendly  angels  sung, 

Nor  cease  their  rapturous  joys. 


82.     L.  M. 

God's  works  of  grace,  Isa.  xliv,  23, 

1  LET  heaven  burst  forth  into  a  song, 
Let  earth  reflect  the  joyful  sound; 
Ye  mountains,  with  the  echo  ring, 
And  shout  ye  forests  all  around. 

2  The  Lord  his  Israel  hath  redeem'd, 
Hath  made  his  mourning  people  glad; 
And  the  rich  glori'es  of  his  name 

In  their  salvation  hath  display'd. 

3  Unnumber'd  sins,  like  sable  clouds, 
Veii'd  every  cheerful  ray  of  joy, 

And  thunders  murmured  thro*  the  gloom, 
While  lightnings  pointed  to  destroy. 


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4  He  spoke  and  all  the  clouds  dispersed. 
And  heaven  unveil'd  its  shining  face: 
The  whole  creation  smiled  anew, 
Deck'd  in  the  golden  beams  of  grace: 

5  Israel,  return  with  humble  love, 
Return  to  thy  Redeemer's  breast, 
And  charm'd  by  his  melodious  voice* 
Compose  thy  weary  powers  to  rest. 


83.     S.  M. 

Praise  for  divine  grace,  Eph.  U,  5. 

1  GRACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  my  ear; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

%      Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man; 
And  all  redemption's  works  display 
That  grace  which  drew  the  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wand'ring  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 
Through  everlasting  days; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


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84.     P.  M. 
Praise  to  Jesus  the  Lamb  of  God,  Rev.  v,  12: 

1       COME,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Publish  through  earth  abroad 

Jesus's  fame: 
Tell  what  his  love  has  done; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone, 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 
Worthy  the  Lamb! 

3       Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears! 

Join  our  glad  theme: 
Beauty  for  ashes  bring, 
Strike  each  melodious  string, 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb! 

3       Hark,  how  the  choirs  above, 
Fill'd  with  the  Savior's  love, 

Dwell  on  his  name; 
There  too  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crown'd 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

Worthy  the  Lamb! 

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SECT.    6. 

THE  GOSPEL.— .CHRIST—- HIS  INCARNATION—. 
WORK— SUFFERINGS— DEATH— RESURREC- 
TION  ASCENSION INTERCESSION— -OFFI- 
CES AND  CHARACTERS. 


$5,      L.    M. 

The  gospel  of  Christ. 

1  GOD  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  councils  known; 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name; 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus,  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul-attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  tells  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
Aijd  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls; 


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It  brings  abetter  world  in  view, 
And  guides  us  all  our  journey  thro*, 

$  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye, 
'Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage* 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage! 


86.    P.  M. 

Old   Testament  gospel;  or,  the  ceremonial  lain 

1  ISRAEL,  in  ancient  days, 
Not  only  had  a  view 

Of  Sinai  in  a  blaze, 

But  learned  the  gospel  too: 
The  types  and  figures  were  a  glass. 
In  which  they  saw  the  Savior's  face, 

2  The  paschal  sacrifice, 

And  blood-besprinkled  door, 
Seen  with  enlighten'd  eyes, 
And  once  apply'd  with  power, 

Would  teach  the  need  of  other  blood. 

To  reconcile  an  angry  God. 

3  The  lamb,  the  dove,  set  forth 
His  perfect  innocence, 

Whose  blood,  of  matchless  worth. 

Should  be  the  soul's  defence; 
For  he  who  can  for  sin  atone, 
Must  have  no  failings  of  his  own. 

4  The  scape-goat  on  his  head 
The  people's  trespass  bore. 


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And  to  the  desert  led, 
Was  to  be  seen  no  more: 
In  him  our  surety  seem'd  to  say, 
"Behold,  I  bear  your  sins  away.'* 

Dipt  in  his  fellow's  blood, 
The  living  bird  went  free; 
The  type,  well  understood, 
Expressed  the  sinner's  plea; 
Describ'd  a  guilty  soul  enlarg'd, 
And  by  a  Savior's  death  discharg'd. 

Jesus,  I  love  to  trace, 
Throughout  the  sacred  page, 
The  footsteps  of  thy  grace. 
The  same  in  every  age! 
O  grant  that  I  may  faithful  be 
To  clearer  light  vouchsaf'd  to  me! 


87.     P.  M.        * 

The  gospel  jubilee,  Lev.  xxv,  8 — 13. 

1  BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow! 
The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound: 

Chorus. 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  all-atoning  Lamb; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Thro*  all  the  world  proclaim.. 


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>  Ye,  wh©  have  sold  for  nought 

*  Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back,  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell. 
Your  liberty  receive: 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live. 

$  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  heavenly  grae<£ 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Savior's  face. 

6  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest? 
Has  full  atonement  made; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 
Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad. 


88.    C.  M. 

The  incarnation  of  Christy  2  Cor.  ix,  IS. 

b  IN  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
•  Thro*  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

2-  Swift  thro'  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold? 


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3  Down  thro'  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

4  Hark  I  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious,  heavenly  throng. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"Glory  to  God  on  high; 
"Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
"Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

6  Hail,  prince  of  life,  for  ever  hail! 
Redeemer,  brother,  friend! 

Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


89.     L.  M. 

Nativity  of  Christ,  Luke  ii,  13,  14. 

1  HARK!  the  herald-angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  king: 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd. 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  the  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem!" 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord; 


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Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb. 

4,  Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity! 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  men  t'appear 
Jesus,  our  Emmanuel,  here. 

5  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace  I 
Hail  the  sun  of  righteousness! 

Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

6  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die; 
Born,  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born,  to  give  them  second  birth. 

7  Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  home; 

Rise  the  woman's  conquering  seed, 
Bruise  in  us  the  serpent's  head. 

8  Adam's  likeness  now  efface, 
Stamp  thine  image  in  its  place; 
Second  Adam,  from  above, 
Re-instate  us  in  thy  love. 


90.     P.    M. 
T'he  Savior's  birth,  Luke  ii,  10,  11. 

1  SPIRIT  divine  descend, 
With  thy  celestial  fire; 


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Our  mortal  notes  befriend, 
And  all  our  hearts  inspire; 

A  theme  more  grand 

Was  never  sung 

By  human  tongue, 

Or  heavenly  band. 

2  Well  might  th'  angelic  choir: 
All  struck  with  glad  amaze, 
In  such  a  song  conspire, 
And  unknown  anthems  raise: 

Well  might  they  wake, 
And  bid  our  race, 
(Hymning  the  grace) 
Their  joys  partake. 

3  "Glory  to  God  on  high," 
Resounds  each  heavenly  hill! 
"Peace,  peace,  on  earth,"  they  cry, 
"To  man,  to  man,  good-will! 

"From  shore  to  shore, 
"Hail  the  bright  morn; 
"A  Savior's  born 
"Whom  we  adore." 


91.     P.  M. 

Praise  for  the  incarnation,  Luke  xix,  10, 

L  SWEETER  sounds  than  music  know? 
Cliarm  me  in  Emmanuel's  name; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 
To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 


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3  When  he  came,  the  angels  sung, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high;" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue, 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 
That  he  might  the  law  fulfil; 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  stilB 

4  No,  I  must  my  praises  bring, 
Though  they  worthless  are  and  weak* 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 


92.    C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  incarnate  Savior y  Phil,  ii,  ti 

1  AWAKE,  awake,  the  sacred  song, 

To  our  incarnate  Lord; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms; 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  -with  sinful  worms. 

3  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Savior  left  the  skies; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

4  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day: 
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"With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 


93.     C.  M. 

Christ's  ministry  and  work,  Luke  iv,  18,    19. 

1  HARK  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviors  comes, 

The  Savior  promised  long! 
Lftt  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  its  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  satan's  bondage  held; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

5  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
T1  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  peace.. 

Thv  welcome  shall  oroclaim: 


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And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


.    94.    L.  M. 
The  Savior's  readiness  to  die,  Isa.  Ixi,  1-— 3. 

1  "I  COME,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries,; 
"A  year  of  freedom  to  declare, 
"From  debts  and  bondage  to  discharge, 
"And  Jews  and  Greeks  the  grace  shall  share* 

2  "A  day  of  vengeance  I  proclaim, 
"But  not  on  man  the  storm  shall  fall; 
"On  me  its  thunders  shall  descend, 

"My  strength,  my  love,  sustains  them  all." 

3  Stupendous  favor!  matchless  grace! 
Jesus  has  died  that  we  might  live; 
Not  worlds  below,  nor  worlds  above, 
Could  so  divine  a  ransom  give. 

4  To  Him  who  loved  our  ruined  race, 
And  for  our  lives  laid  down  his  own, 
Let  songs  of  joyful  praises  rise, 
Sublime,  eternal  as  his  throne! 


95.     C.   M. 

Christ  crucified,  Gal.  iii,  I. 

1  BEHOLD  the  Savior  of  mankind, 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined, 
To  bleed,  my  soul,  for  thee! 


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2  Hark!  how  he  groans,  while  nature  6hakes, 

And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  I 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done!  the  precious  ransom's  paid: 

Receive  my  soul,  he  cries; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head; 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain* 

And  in  full  glory  shine; 
O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine} 


96.     L.  M. 

The  crucifixion^  Matt  xxvii,  50. 

J  STRETCH'D  on  the  cross  the  Savior  dies^ 
Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arise! 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound; 
The  vital  stream  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes! 

$  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  grace! 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 
O  why  for  man,  dear  Savior  why? 

4  And  didst  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed! 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed? 


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No,  he  withdrew  his  sickening  ray, 
And  darkness  veil'd  the  mourning  day. 

5  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  or  pain? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart; 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart; 
'Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move. 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 


97.     C.  M. 

The  attraction  of  the  cross,  John  xii,  32. 

1  YONDER — amazing  sight! — I  see 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 

Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree, 

And  welt'ring  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head: 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun; 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  dark'ned  sky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud: 
And  with  the  amaz'd  Centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive: 

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If  God's  ewn  son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine— 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be! 


98.     P.  M. 

Jesus  the  atoning  Savior,  Lam.  i,  12. 

ALL  ye  that  pass  by, 

To  Jesus  draw  nigh; 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die? 

Qur  ransom  and  peace, 

Our  surety  he  is, 
Come  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his! 

The  Lord,  in  the  day 

Of  vengeance  did  lay 
Our  sins  on  the  lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away. 

He  dies  to  atone 

For  sins  not  his  own; 
Our  debt  he  hath  paid,  and  our  work  he  hath 
done. 

For  you  and  for  me 

He  pray  VI  on  the  tree; 
The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is  free* 

My  pardon  I  claim, 

A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 


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With  joy  we  approve 

The  plan  of  his  love; 
A  wonder  below  and  a  wonder  above! 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  still  will  adore 
That  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or  shorei 


99.     S.  M. 
Christ's  dying-  love,  John  xv,  13. 

1  WE  sing  the  Savior's  love, 
That  pitied  wretched  man, 

Delighting  in  the  thoughts  of  peace, 
Ere  time  and  worlds  began. 

2  We  see  its  smiling  ray 
Out  shining  at  his  birth, 

And  trace  its  lustre  day  by  day, 
While  he  sojourned  on  earth. 

3  But,  in  his  closing  hour, 
How  infinite  his  grace! 

When  bow'd  beneath  the  curse,  he  diec}, 
To  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  songs, 
With  the  first  seraph's  flame, 

Sink  far  below  th'  unbounded  praise 
Due  to  Immanuel's  name* 


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100.    p.  M. 
It  is  finished,  John  xix,  30. 

HARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sound  s*aloud  from  Calvary! 

See!  it  rends  the  rock  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  skyl 

"It  is  finish'd!" 

Hear  the  dying  Savior  cry! 

It  is  finish'd! — O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finish'd! 

Saints  the  dying  words  record. 

Tune  our  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme; 

All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name! 

Hallelujah! 

Giory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 


101.     L.  M. 

Jesus  Christ  -victorious  in  death,  Eph.  iii,  19„ 

i  PROCLAIM  inimitable  love! 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay! 


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2  He  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds  and  groans; 
The  Prince  of  life  resigns  his  breath, 
The  King  of  glory  bows  to  death! 

3  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power, 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour! 
And,  while  by  satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dash'd  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

4  Thus  were  the  hopes  of  death  subdu'd, 
And  sin  was  drown'd  in  Jesus  blood: 
Then  he  arose,  and  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 


102.     L.  M. 
It  isjinish'd,  John  xix,  30, 

1  'TIS  finish'd,  so  the  Savior  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
'Tis  finish'd—  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd— all  that  heaven  decreed^ 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfili'd  as  was  design'd, 
In  me  the  Savior  of  mankind. 

3  *Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robe  with  purple  gore: 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain* 


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4  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying-  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone: 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd — Heaven  is  reconcil'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoil'd: 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  thro'  ail  the  nations  round: 
'Tis  finish'd — lei  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 


103.    P.  M. 
Finished  redemption,  John  xix,  30. 

1  «  'TIS  finish'd,"  the  Redeemer  said, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  dying  head; 

O  wondrous  loving  pain! 
Come,  sinners,  and  mark  well  the  word; 
There  view  the  conquests  of  our  Lord, 

Complete  for  helpless  man. 

2  Finish'd  the  righteousness  of  grace, 
Finish'd  the  pain  that  bought  our  peace;; 

The  sinner's  debt  is  paid: 
Accusing  law,  cancell'd  by  blood, 
And  wrath  of  an  offended  God 

In  sweet  oblivion  laid. 


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3  Who  now  shall  urge  a  second  claim^ 
The  law  no  longer  can  condemn, 

Faith  a  release  can  shew: 
Justice  itself  a  friend  appears, 
The  prison  house  a  whisper  hears, 

"Loose  him,  antl  let  him  go." 

4  O  unbelief,  injurious  bar! 

Source  of  tormenting,  fruitless  fear, 

Why  dost  thou  yet  reply? 
Where'er  thy  loud  objections  fall, 
uTis  finish'd,"  still  may  answer  all, 
And  silence  every  cry. 


103.     L.  M. 
Christ's  death  and  resurrection,  Rom.  iv,  25. 

1  HE  dies!  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies! 
Lo,  Salem's  daughteis,  weep  around! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies; 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 

2  Come,  saints  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  Him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood! 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree} 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men! 
But  lo!  what  sudden  joys  we  see! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb3 
(In  vain  the  tomb  forbids  his  rise!^ 


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Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home> 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies' 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains. 

6  Say,  "Live  for  ever,  wondrous  king! 
"Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save!" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sting?" 
And  "Where's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave?" 


105.  C.  M. 
Looking  at  the  crass. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unaw'd  by  shame  and  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight; 
And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood; 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  ftffy  conscience  felt,  and  own'd  the  guillj 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair; 


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I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt^ 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas!  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembjing  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
"This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid; 
«I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  is  fill'd, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  liv'd  by  him  I  kill'd. 


106.     P.  M. 

The  crucifixion. 

X  IS  this  my  Jesus,  this  my  God, 
Whose  body,  all  o'erstain'd  with  blood. 

Hangs  on  th'  accursed  tree; 
Who  bows  his  head  oppress'd  with  pain; 
But  midst  it  all  doth  not  complain? 
Yes,  O  my  soul,  'tis  he! 


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2  Is  this  my  bleeding  sacrifice, 

Who  bows  his  head  and  calmly  dies, 

High  lifted  on  the  tree? 
Unknown  by  Gentiles,  scofFd  by  Jews, 
Whom  almost  all  mankind  refuse? 

Yes,  O  my  soul,  'tis  he! 

S  And  shall  my  soul  again  forget 
His  love,  so  free,  immensely  great? 

No,  never  let  it  be! 
But  let  me  always  see  the  Lamb, 
And  truly  praise  his  gracious  name 

To  ail  eternity! 


107.     C.  M. 
Christ* 8  sufferings  on  the  cross. 

1  'TWAS  in  an  hour  when  wrath  prevail'd, 

And  pow'rs  of  darkness  rose, 
A  sudden  groan  my  ear  assail'd, 
Expressing  dying  woes. 

2  I  turn'd,  then  wonder'd  as  I  stood, 

At  what  mine  eyes  survey'd! 
A  Prince  expiring  in  his  blood, 
And  on  a  cross  display'd! 

3  I  knew  him,  tho'  his  thorny  crown 

Dimm'd  his  majestic  air; 
Then  I  demanded,  with  a  frown, 
"What  traitor  fix'd  him  there?" 

4  No  answer  to  my  voice  I  heard, 

Nor  could  discern  a  foe; 


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When  lo!  his  fainting  head  he  rear'd, 
And  spoke  in  words  of  woe— . 

5  "Cease,  wretch,  from  vain  inquiry  rest; 

"My  cruel  murd'rer  see; 
"Thy  sins  have  rent  my  bleeding  breast, 
"And  naif d  me  to  the  tree." 

6  Trembling  I  fell  and  kiss'd  his  wounds, 

And  wip'd  the  gore  away; 
I  saw  him  smooth  his  killing  frowns, 
And  heard  him  gently  say; 

7  "Rise,  let  thy  heart  its  grief  compose, 

"Thy  Savior  will  forgive; 
"He  feeis  tiie  burden  ot  thy  woes, 
"And  dies  to  bid  thee  live." 


109.     P.  M. 
Gazing  on  the  cross,  Gal.  iv,  14. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend! 

Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 
Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  his  I  find  my  heaven, 
Wxhile  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise* 


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4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go; 
Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing^ 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


109.     C.  M. 
"Precious  blood,'*  1  Pet.  i,  19, 

1  LET  the  bold  skeptic  still  deride, 
My  hope  in  Jesus  crucify'd, 

When  he  for  sinners  stood 
Their  surety,  and  a  ransom  paid, 
When  all  my  sins  were  on  him  laidj 

How  precious  is  his  blood! 

5  To  satan  and  to  sin  a  slave, 
Nor  pow'r  to  rescue  or  to  save, 

From  thraldom  and  from  woe! 
Jesus  appear'd,  and  set  me  free; 
By  "precious  blood"  he  rescued  roe 

From  my  infernal  foe! 

3  Justice  appear'd!  the  law  I  broke, 
In  wrathful  accents  daily  spoke, 

My  sentence  to  proclaim; 
But  now  my  Maker  can  forgive; 
By  "precious  blood"  shall  I  receive* 

Pardon  thro'  Jesus'  name! 

4  My  boast  is  Jesus  crucify'd, 

By  "precious  blood"  I'm  justify'jj, 
Accepted  in  my  Lord: 


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His  blood  shall  cleanse  from  every  stain, 
And  peace  and  purity  I  gain, — 
Its  wonders  I  record! 

5  Ye  trembling  sinners,  thankful  hear 
The  voice  of  mercy,  nor  despair, 

Nor  weep  a  useless  flood! 
Behold  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
Pardon  and  peace  you  shall  obtain 
Thro'  Jesus'  "precious  blood!'* 


110.     CM, 

"Praise  to  the  Savior. 

1  THOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
stream,  [pale  beam 

Our   Savior   at  midnight,    when   Cynthia's 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  frequent- 
ly stray, 
And  Jose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day, 

Chorus. 

Come  saints  and  adore  him,  come  bow  at  his 

feet; 
O!  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet, 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise,  [skies. 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 

:  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his 
head, 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed, 

*9 


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The  angels  astonish'd  grew  sad  at  the  sight. 
And  follow'd  their  Master  with  solemn  de- 
light. Chorus.— .Come  saints,  See. 

O  garden  of  Olivet,  dear  honor'd  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot, 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  Seraphs  a- 

bove, 
The  triumph  of  sorrow,  the  triumph  of  love 
Chorus. — Come  saints, 


111.    L.  M. 

Christ's  death  and  resurrection,  Acts  ii,  32—36, 

1  COME  tune,  ye  saints  your  noble  strains, 
Your  dying,  rising  Lord  to  sing; 

And  echo  to  the  heav'nly  plains, 
The  triumphs  of  your  Savior  king. 

2  In  songs  of  grateful  rapture  tell 
How  he  subdu'd  your  potent  foes; 
Subdu'd  the  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell, 
And  dying  finish'd  all  your  woes. 

3  Then  to  his  glorious  throne  on  high 
Return'd  while  hymning  angels  round, 
Thro*  the  bright  arches  of  the  sky, 
The  God,  the  conqu'ring  God,  resound. 

4  Almighty  love,  victorious  pow'r! 
Not  angel-tongues  can  e'er  display 
The  wonders  of  that  dreadful  hour, 
The  joys  of  that  illustrious  day. 


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6  Then  well  may  mortals  try  in  vain, 
In  vain  their  feeble  voices  raise; 
Yet  Jesus  hears  the  humble  strain, 
And  kindly  owns  our  wish  to  praise. 

6  Dear  Savior  let  thy  wond'rous  grace 
Fill  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
'Till  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Inspire  a  sweeter,  nobler  song, 


EASTER  ANTHEM. 

HALLELUIA!  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed! 
Halleluia!  Now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead, 
and  become  the  first  fruits  of  them  that  slept. 
Halleluia!  And  did  he  rise?  Hear,  O  ye  na- 
tions! Hear  it,  O  ye  dead!  He  rose!  He  burst 
the  bars  of  death,  and  triumph'd  o'er  the  grave. 
Then  I  rose!  Then  first  humanity  triumphant 
pass'd  the  chrystal  ports  of  light,  and  seiz'd 
eternal  youth.  Man,  all-immortal,  Hail!  Heav- 
en, all  lavish  of  strange  gifts  to  man,  thine  all 
the  glory!  man's  the  boundless  bliss! 

[See  pari  1  of  this  %vork,  for  hymns  on  the   resurrection 
of  Christ.  3 


113.     P-  M. 

Ascension. 

1  HAIL  the  day  that  see  him  rise, 
Ravish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-ascends  hi^  native  heaveni 


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There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
"Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates! 
"Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
"Take  the  King  of  glory  in!" 

2  Him  tho*  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne; 
He  can  ne'er  forget  his  own: 
Still  for  them  he  intercedes, 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads; 
Next  himself  prepares  their  place, 
Savior  of  the  ransom'd  race. 

Z  Ever  upwards  may  we  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love; 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing,  gasping  after  home! 
There  may  we  with  thee  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee. 


114.     P.  M. 
Christ's  exaltation,  Eph.  iv,  10, 

1  FAR  above  yon  glorious  ceiling 

Of  the  azure,  vaulted  sky, 
Jesus  sits,  his  grace  revealing 
To  the  splendid  troops  on  high. 

2  Host  seraphic,  humbly  bowing, 

At  his  footstool  prostrate  fall; 


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Saints  and  angels  all  avowing, 
God  in  Christ  their  all  in  all. 


115.    CM. 

Christ  adored  by  angels,  1  Tim.  iii,  16. 

\  BEYOND  the  glittering  starry  sky, 
Far  as  th*  eternal  hills, 
There,  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 
Our  great  Redeemer  dwells. 

2  Legions  of  angels  strong  and  fair, 
In  countless  armies  shine 
At  his  right  hand  with  golden  harps, 
To  offer  songs  divine. 

-3  "Hail  prince!'5  (they  cry)  "for  ever  hail! 
"Whose  unexampled  love 
"Mov'd  thee  to  quit  those  blissful  realms, 
"And  royalties  above." 

4  Thro*  all  his  travels  here  below, 

They  did  his  steps  attend: 
Oft  wondering  how  or  where,  at  last 
This  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  his  heart  transfix'd  with  wounds, 
His  crimson  sweat  and  gore; 

They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

6  They  brought  his  chariot  from  above, 
To  bear  him  to  his  throne; 

Clapt  their  triumphant  wings  and  cry'd 
"The  glorious  work  is  done!" 


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116.    L.  M. 
The  exalted  Savior. 

1  NOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
And  join  the  blissful  choir  above; 
There  our  exalted  Savior  reigns, 
And  there  they  sing  his  wondrous  love. 

2  While  seraphs  tune  the  immortal  song, 
O  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame; 

And  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  the  Savior's  glorious  name! 

3  Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 
In  agonizing  pains  expir'd; 
Who  dy'd  for  rebels — yes,  'tis  he! 
How  bright!  how  lovely!  how  admir'd! 

4  Jesus,  who  dy'd  that  we  might  live, 
Dy'd  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place; — . 
O  what  returns  can  mortals  give, 

For  such  immeasurable  grace? 

5  Were  universal  nature  ours, 

And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store; 
Nature  and  art  with  all  their  powers, 
Would  still  confess  the  offerer  poor! 

6  Yet  tho'  for  bounty  so  divine! 
We  ne'er  can  equal  honors  raise, 
Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine 
And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise 


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117.     CM. 
Christ  the  Lcrdofall,  Cant,  iii,  It. 

i  ALL-hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall: 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

1  2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem    .1  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall; 
Go  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

6  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall; 
There  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


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118.    L.  M. 

Christ  the  intercessor^  Heb.  vii,  25. 

1  HE  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
_{What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives!) 

And  now,  before,  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears; 
But  in  the  Savior's  lovely  face 

Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  satan  join  their  power; 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  advocate,  almighty  friend! — 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


U9.  c.  m; 


Christ's  intercession  prevalent^   John  xvii>  24>. 

I  AWAKE,  sweet  gratitude  and  sing 
Th'  ascended  Savior's  love: 


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5ing  how  he  lives  to  carry  on 
His  people's  cause  above. 

3  With  cries  and  tears  he  offer'd  up 

His  humble  suit  below; 

But  with  authority  he  asks, 

Enthron'd  in  glory  now. 

S  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him. 
Salvation  he  demands: 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breast, 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

4  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim: 
"Father  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
Be  with  me  where  I  am. 

5  "By  their  salvation  recompense 

"The  sorrows  I  endur'd; 
"Just  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
"And  faithful  to  thy  word." 

6  Eternal  life  at  his  request, 

To  every  saint  is  given: 

Safety  below,  and,  after  deaths 

The  plenitude  of  heaven. 

7  [Founded  on  right,  thy  prayer  avails, 

The  Father  smiles  on  thee; 
And  now  thou  in  thy  kingdom  art, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  Let  the  much  incense  of  thy  praye?, 
In  my  behalf  ascend; 
And  as  its  virtue,  so  my  praise, 
Shall  never  never  end.] 
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110 

120.     P.  M. 
Christ's  everlasting  kingdom,  Rev.  v,  6—10. 

1  HOW  glorious  the  Lamb  is  seen  on  the  throne 
His  labors  are  o'er,  his  conquests  are  won: 

A  kingdom  is  given 

To  Jesu's  hand, 
In  earth  and  in  heaven 

Forever  to  stand. 

2  Ye  sinners  below,  then  trust  in  the  Lord; 
Look  up  to  his  arm,  his  honor,  his  word; 

Athirst  for  his  favor, 

His  Godhead  adore; 
Look  up  to  your  Savior, 

And  joy  evermore! 


121.     S.  M. 
A  song  of  praise  to  the  Savior,  Rev.  xv,  3. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Savior's  name. 

Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  power; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues- 


Ill 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs- 
Soon  we  shall  hear  him  say, 
"Ye  blessed  children  come;" 

Soon  he  will  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

There  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


THE  FOLLOWING  SCRIPTURE  CHARACTERS  AND 
REPRESENTATIONS  OF  CHRIST,  ARE  SYSTEM- 
ATICALLY ARRANGED. 

122.      P.    M. 

Immanuel,  Matt,  i,  23;   1  Tim.  iii,  16. 

1  GOD  with  us!  O  glorious  name! 
Let  it  shine  in  endless  fame: 
God  and  man  in  Christ  unite, 

O  mysterious  depth  and  height! 

2  God  with  us!  amazing  love 
Brought  him  from  his  courts  above; 
Now,  ye  saints,  his  grace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

3  God  with  us!  but  tainted  not 
With  the  first  transgressor's  blok 

,    Yet  did  he  our  sins  sustain, 

Bear  the  guilt,  the  curse,  the  pain. 


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4  [God  with  us!  O  blissful  themeri 
Let  the  impious  not  blaspheme, 
Jesus  shall  in  judgment  sit, 
Dooming  rebels  to  the  pit.] 

5  God  with  us!  O  wondrous  grace! 
Let  us  see  him  face  to  face, 
That  we  may  Immanuel  sing, 
As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King. 


123.     L.  M. 
Jesus  Christ  the  gift  of  God,  John  iv,  If. 

1  JESUS,  my  love,  my  chief  delight, 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray; 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 
Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 

2  Thou  art  the  glorious  Gift  of  God, 
To  sinners  weary  and  distrest; 

The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestow'd; 
And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 

3  Could  I  but  say,  "This  gift  is  mine," 
I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet; 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 

Nor  envy  sinners  rich  and  great. 

4  The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 
And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart; 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 

It  never  should  from  thence  depart^ 


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124.     S.  M. 

Christ  the  day  s  firing  from  on  high,  Luke  i; 
77—79. 

I       ALL  hail!  redeeming  Lord, 
Sweet  day-spring  from  on  high; 
All  hail!  thou  Sun  of  righteousness', 
With  all  thy  vital  joy. 

\       In  deepest  shades  of  death, 
The  borders  of  despair, 
We  lie  oppress'd  with  heavy  gloom, 
And  constant  fetters  wear. 

>       Shine,  lovely  star  of  day, 
Around  and  in  us  shine, 
And  our  benighted  souls  shall  own 
Thy  light  and  love  divine. 

L       Our  wandering  footsteps  guide, 
Through  all  this  desert  place; 
Beneath  thy  beams  we'll  trace  the  path 
Of  purity  and  peace. 

5       Death's  vale  shall  lose  its  gloom, 
Cheer'd  with  thy  vital  ray; 
And  open  to  our  longing  eyes 
The  road  to  perfect  day. 

no 


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125.     P.  M. 
Christ  the  long  expected  deliverer,  Luke  ii,  25. 

1  COME,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee: 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  child  and  yet  a  king; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring: 
By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone; 

By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 


126.     P.  M. 
Christ  the  prophet,  firiest,  and  king,  1  Pet.  ii,  7. 

1  JESUS,  how  precious  is  thy  name! 
The  great  Jehovah's  darling,  thou! 
O  let  me  catch  th'  immortal  flame, 
With  which  angelic  bosoms  glow! 
Since  angels  love  thee,  I  would  love. 
And  imitate  the  blcss'd  above. 


115 

My  Prophet  thou,  my  heavenly  gtrid^. 
Thy  sweet  instruction  I  will  hear; 
The  words  that  from  thy  lips  proceed, 
O  how  divinely  sweet  they  are! 
Thee  my  great  prophet,  I  would  love, 
And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 

My  great  High-Priest,  whose  precious  blood 
Did  once  atone  upon  the  cross; 
Who  now  dost  intercede  with  God, 
And  plead  the  friendless  sinner's  cause! 
In  thee  I  trust;  thee  I  would  love, 
And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 

My  King  supreme  to  thee  I  bow, 

A  willing  subject  at  thy  feet; 

All  other  lords  I  disavow, 

And  to  thy  government  submit: 

My  Savior  King,  this  heart  would  love, 

And  imitate  the  bless'd  above. 


127.     P.  M. 
Christ  our  great    High-Priest,  Heb.  vii,  25. 

I       OUR  great  High-priest  we  sing, 

His  dying  love  adore; 

We  hail  our  rising  King, 

Who  lives  for  evermore: 
He  only  can  our  wants  relieve, 
And  sinners  to  the  utmost  save. 


3 


Why  then  indulge  despair, 
Tho'  sunk  in  deepest  guilt? 
We  hear  his  voice  declare, 


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For  such  his  blood  was  spilt: 
In  his  dear  hands  my  soul  I  leave, 
For  he  can  to  the  utmost  save. 

Believing  souls  rejoice! 

On  Jesus*  grace  depend; 

The  objects  of  his  choice, 

He  loves  you  to  the  end: 
With  holy  boldness  dare  believe, 
Your  Lord  will  to  the  utmost  save. 


128.     P.  M. 

Christ  our  conquering  king.  Psalm  xlV,  3—5. 

1       GIRD  on  thy  conquering  sword, 
Ascend  thy  shining  car; 
And  march,  almighty  Lord, 
To  wage  thy  holy  war: 

Before  his  wheels, 

In  glad  surprise, 

Ye  valleys,  rise, 

And  sink,  ye  hills. 

8       Before  thine  awful  face 
Millions  of  foes  shall  fall, 
The  captives  of  thy  grace, 
That  grace  which  conquers  all: 

The  world  shall  know, 

Great  king  of  kings, 

What  wondrous  things 

Thine  arm  can  do. 


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Here,  to  my  waiting  soul, 
Bend  thy  triumphant  way; 
Here  every  foe  control, 
And  all  thy  power  display. 
My  heart,  thy  throne^ 
Blest  Jesus,  see, 
Submit  to  thee, 
To  thee  alone. 


129.     L.  M. 
Jesus  the  Savior,  Mat.  i,  21. 

1  JESUS,  the  Savior,  that  dear  name, 
For  ever  would  my  tongue  proclaim; 
In  ev'ry  office  that  he  bears, 

Jesus  the  Savior,  still  appears! 

2  Is  he  a  prophet?  Him  I  view 
My  prophet  and  my  Savior  too! 
From  ign'rance  and  from  error,  he 
Alone  can  save,  and  set  me  free! 

3  Is  he  a  Priest?  There  clearly  shines 
The  Savior's  name  in  crimson  lines! 
My  life  and  soul  from  pains  unknown, 
He  saves  by  offring  up  his  own! 

4  Is  he  a  King?  My  soul,  'tis  well! 

He  saves  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell; , 
And  will  successfully  oppose, 
And  vanquish  all  thy  stubborn  foes. 

5  Jesus,  my  prophet,  priest,  and  king, 
My  Savior,  and  my  God  I  sing! 


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For  ever  would  my  lips  proclaim 
The  honors  of  his  glorious  name! 


130.     C.  M. 
King  of  Saints. 

1  COME,  ye  that  love  the  Savior's  name, 

And  joy  to  make  it  known, 
The  sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  King,  your  Savior  crown'd 

With  glories  all  divine; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power,  and  boundless  grace, 

In  him  unite  their  rays; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise? 

4  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  king; 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise! 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

6  O  happy  period!  glorious  day! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers  the  raptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 


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131.     L.  M. 

Christ  our  King  and  Savior,  Psalm  lxxii. 

1  SEE,  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow, 
Adoring  low  before  thy  throne: 
Accept  our  humble,  cheerful  vow, 
Thou  art  our  Sovereign,  thou  alone. 

2  Beneath  thy  soul  reviving  ray, 
Ev'n  cold  affliction's  wintry  gloom 
Shall  brighten  into  vernal  day, 

And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom. 

3  Smile  on  our  souls,  and  bid  us  sing, 
In  concert  with  the  choir  above, 
The  glories  of  our  Savior-king, 
The  condescensions  of  his  love. 


132.     L.  M. 
Christ  the  sinner* s  ransom,  1  Pet.  i,18,  19, 

1  ENSLAV'D  by  sin  and  bound  in  chains, 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway, 

And  doom'd  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Nor  gold  nor  gems  could  buy  our  peace; 
Nor  the  whole  world's  collected  store 
Suffice  to  purchase  our  release; 

A  thousand  worlds  were  all  too  poor. 

3  Jesus  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all-sufficient  ransom  paid; 


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In  valued  price!  his  precious  blood 
For  vile  rebellious  traitors  shed. 

4  Jesus  the  sacrifice  became, 

To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  hell; 
The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  lamb, 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell. 

5  Amazing  goodness!  love  divine! 
O  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  matchless  grace,  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more! 

6  Dear  Savior  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  begun, 
Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 


133.     L.  M. 
Jehovah — Jesus,  Matt,  i,  21 — 23. 

1  MY  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 
My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode; 
Thee,  Savior,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  supreme,  the  mighty  God. 

2  As  much  when  in  the  manger  laid, 
Almighty  ruler  of  the  sky, 

As  when  the  six  days  work  he  made 
Fill'd  all  the  morning-stars  with  joy. 

3  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 
Salvation  is  the  dearest  claim; 

That  gracious  sound  well  pleas'd  he  hears. 
And  owns  Immanucl  for  his  name. 


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A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel. 
My  well-plac'd  hopes  with  joy  I  sec: 
My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal. 
To  worship  him  who  died  for  me. 


134.  C.  M. 
Praise  to  the  jfrecious  Savior,  1  Pet.  ii,  7". 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  may  hear. 

2  Yes  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there! 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 
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135.     C.  M. 
Savior,  John  iv,  42. 

1  THE  Savior!  O  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms; 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 

3  TV  almighty  former  of  the  skies 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  hail'd  th*  incarnate  God. 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store! 
Dear  Savior,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  savior,  and  my  all. 


136.     L.  M. 

On  the  name  of  Jesus. 

1  ENRAPTUR'D  with  his  charming  name. 
That  ev'ry  other  name  excels, 


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I  feel  a  sweet  seraphic  frame. 
That  oft  to  joy  ecstatic  swells. 

2  Then  wakes  my  song  her  skill  to  try. 
And  ev'ry  note  with  Jesus  fill; 

But  all  the  sounds  in  Jesus  die, 
And  his  dear  name's  the  music  still, 

3  A  name  that  angels  mean  to  praise; 
But  yet  a  name  of  worth  so  great, 
That  all  the  notes  that  angels  raise? 
Lost  in  the  name  are  incomplete. 

4  lWith  miShty  themes,  of  high  behest, 
The  living  lyre  her  concords  wakes; 
But  then  the  concords  sound  the  best, 
When  Jesus'  name  the  music  makes. 

5  Ah!  what  avails  the  pealing  choir, 

Or  where's  the  charm  of  heavenly  sound? 

If  Jesus'  name  does  not  transpire, 

The  key  is  miss'd  where  charms  abound.] 

6  The  name  of  Jesus  sooths  the  soul, 
And  swells  it  with  unbounded  joys; 
And  all  the  sounds  harmonious  roll, 
When  that  the  grateful  song  employs,. 

7  The  voice  of  grief  itself  is  lost, 
When  Jesus'  name  the  music  is; 

And  saints  in  heav'n  no  joy  could  boast? 
Bid  not  his  name  create  their  bliss, 


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137.     S.  M. 
The  name  of  Jesus. 

1  THERE  is  a  sacred  name 

That  sooths  the  sinner's  fears: 
Jesus,  thro'  ages  past,  the  same, 
The  same  to  countless  years! 

2  No  other  name  than  this, 

To  earth  reveal'd  from  heav'n, 
Can  wake  the  hope  of  future  bliss, 
Or  sense  of  sins  forgiv'n! 

3  Thy  comforts,  O  my  God! 

'Tis  Jesu's  name  endears; 
And  when  abas'd  beneath  thy  rod, 
My  fainting  spirit  cheers. 

4  This  peerless  name  alone 

Suffices  all  my  need; 
It  wings  my  praises  to  thy  throne, 
And  for  my  wants  shall  plead! 

5  My  warmest  thoughts  rejoice 

To  dwell  on  Jesus'  name: 
And  when  they  droop,  arise,  my  voicey 
To  fan  the  languid  flame! 

6  Thus  to  my  latest  breath, 

I'll  triumph  o'er  my  sins: 
Depart,  ye  shades  of  endless  death! 
Eternal  life  begins. 


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138.     L.  M. 

Savior  the  only  one,  Acts  iv,  12. 

1  JESUS,  the  spring  of  joys  divine, 
Whence  all  our  hopes  and  comforts  flow, 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine 

Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 

2  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 
The  way  to  happiness  and  God; 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewilder'd  in  a  dubious  road. 

3  No  other  name  will  heaven  approve; 
Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way, 
(Ordain'd  by  everlasting  love,) 

To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Here  let  our  constant  feet  abide, 
Nor  from  the  heavenly  path  depart; 
O  let  thy  spirit,  gracious  Guide, 
Direct  our  steps,  and  cheer  our  heart 

5  Safe  lead  us  thro'  this  world  of  night, 
And  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains, 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Where  perfect  joy  for  ever  reigns. 


139.     C.  M. 
Head  of  the  Churchy  Eph.  iv,  15,  16. 

1  JESUS,  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace, 
That  calls  a  worm  thy  own; 
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Gives  me  among  thy  saints  a  place 
To  make  thy  glories  known. 

2  Allied  to  thee  our  vital  head, 

We  act,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
From  thee  divided,  each  is  dead, 
When  most  he  seems  alive. 

3  Thy  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

Here  join  in  sweet  accord: 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  thou  our  common  Lord. 

4  O  may  my  faith  each  hour  derive 

Thy  spirit  with  delight; 
While  death  and  hell  in  vain  shall  strive 
This  bond  to  disunite. 

5  Thou  the  whole  body  will  present 

Before  thy  Father's  face; 
Nor  shall  a  crinkle  or  a  spot 
Its  beauteous  form  disc  race. 


140.    P.  M. 
Jesus  our  head  and  king,  Heb.  ix,  24, 

1  JESUS,  our  triumphant  head,  Hal. 
Risen  victorious  from  the  dead, 
To  the  realms  of  glory's  gone, 

To  ascend  his  rightful  throne. 

2  Heaven  its  king  congratulates, 
Opens  wide  her  golden  gates: 
Angels  songs  of  victory  sing; 
All  the  blissfuj  regions  ring. 


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3  Sinners,  join  the  heavenly  powers; 
For  redemption  all  is  ours: 

None  but  burden'd  sinners  prove 
Blood-bought  pardon,  dying  love. 

4  Hail,  thou  dear,  thou  worthy  Lord; 
Holy  Lamb,  incarnate  Word! 
Hail,  thou  suffering  Son  of  Godl^ 
Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood. 


141.     P.  M. 
The  fulness  of  Christ,  John  i,   16,  Col.  i,  19. 

1  A  FULNESS  resides 

In  Jesi.s  our  head, 
And  ever  abides 

To  answer  our  need; 
The  Father's  good  pleasure 

Has  laid  up  in  store, 
A  plentiful  treasure 

To  give  to  the  poor. 

2  Whate'er  be  our  wants. 

We  need  not  to  fear; 
Our  num'rous  complaints 

His  mercy  will  hear: 
His  fulness  shall  yield  us 

Abundant  supplies; 
His  power  shall  shield  us 

When  dangers  arise. 

3  The  fountain  o'erflows 

Our  woes  to  redress^ 


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S.till  mare  he  bestows, 
And  grace  upon  grace; 

His  gifts  in  abundance 
We  daily  receive; 

He  has  a  redundance 
For  all  that  believe. 

Whatever  distress 

Awaits  us  below, 
Such  plentiful  grace 

Will  Jesus  bestow, 
As  still  shall  support  us, 

And  silence  our  fear; 
For  nothing  can  hurt  us 

While  Jesus  is  near. 

When  troubles  attend, 

Or  danger  or  strife, 
His  love  will  defend 

And  guard  us  thro*  life; 
And  when  we  are  fainting, 

And  ready  to  die, 
Whatever  is  wanting, 

His  hand  will  supply. 


142.     P.  M. 

Christ  our  kinsman-redeemer,  Heb.  ii,  14,  Eph 
v,  15. 

i  JESUS,  we  claim  thee  for  our  own, 
Our  kinsman  near  allied  in  blood; 
Flesh  of  our  flesh,  bone  of  our  bone, 
The  Son  of  man,  the  Son  of  God: 
Deny  us  not  thy  guardian  care, 
Nor  slight  a  needy  sinner's  prayer, 


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Thee  Savior  in  my  greatest  need, 
I  trust  my  faithful  friend  to  prove; 
Now  o'er  the  meanest  servant  spread 
The  skirt  of  thy  redeeming  love: 
Under  thy  wings  of  mercy  take, 
And  save  me  for  thy  merit's  sake. 

Didst  thou  not  undertake  my  cause 
Lord  over  all,  to  worms  allied? 
Answer  me  from  that  bleeding  cross. 
Demand  thy  dearly  ransom'd  bride; 
And  let  my  soul,  betroth'd  to  thee, 
Thine,  wholly  thine,  for  ever  be. 


143.     S.  M. 
Christ  the  sinner's  friend^  Luke  xv,  2, 

O  THE  transcendant  love, 
A  sinless  Savior  shews! 
For  publicans  his  bowels  move, 
His  heart  with  pity  glows. 

Jesus  invited  near 
The  vilest  of  our  race; 
And  bids  the  greatest  sinner  hear 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

Where  sin  and  sickness  dwelt 
The  kind  physician  came, 
And  every  case  his  pity  felt,  * 
The  deaf,  the  blind,  the  lame.. 

Let  Pharisees  exclaim, 
And  all  this  grace  despise; 


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Lord,  we  will  love  the  Savior^  name, 
'Tis  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Yes,  to  life's  utmost  end, 
Thy  sovereign  grace  we'll  show, 
And  own  thee  for  the  sinner's  friend^ 
And  sin's  eternal  foe. 


144.     P.  M. 
Jesus  Christ  a  true  friend,  Prov.  xviii,  24. 

1  ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend: 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end: 

They  who  once  his  kindness  proved 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  their  bloodi 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Recencil'd  in  him  to  God: 

?This  was  boundless  love  indeed! 
esus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  liv'd  on  earth  abased, 
Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same; 

Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends^ 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 


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Oh!  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love; 

We  alas!  forget  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above: 

But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought. 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 


145.     L.  M.  Doubled. 
Christ  a  friend^  though  injured,  Luke  vii,  44. 

FLOW  fast,  my  tears,  the  cause  is  great; 

This  tribute  claims  an  injur'd  friend, 

One  whom  I  long  pursu'd  with  hate, 

And  yet  he  lov'd  me  to  the  end. 
I  When  death  his  terrors  round  me  spread, 

And  aim'd  his  arrows  at  my  head, 
!  Christ  interpos'd  the  wound  he  bore, 

And  bade  the  monster  dare  no  more. 

I  Fast  flow  my  tears,  yet  faster  flow, 
Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide, 
'Twas  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow, 
I  urg'd  the  hand  that  pierc'd  his  side. 
Keen  pangs  and  agonizing  smart 
Oppress  his  soul,  and  rend  his  heart; 
While  justice,  arm'd  with  power  divine, 
Pours  on  his  head  what's  due  to  mine. 

>Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow  my  tears, 
Love  breaks  the  heart,  and  drowns  the  eyes; 
His  visage  marr'd  tow'rds  heaven  he  rears, 
#cd  pleading  for  his  murderers  dies! 


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My  grief  nor  measure  knows  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  friend! 
And  gives  me  in  an  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Savior's  power. 


146.     P.  M. 
Christ  the  foundation  $to?iey  Isa.  xxviii,  16. 

1   WITH  ecstasy  of  joy, 
Extol  his  glorious  name, 
Who  rais'd  the  spacious  earth, 
And  rais'd  our  ruin'd  frame: 
He  built  the  church  who  built  the  sky, 
Shout  and  exalt  his  honors  high. 

2  See  the  foundation  laid, 
By  power  and  love  divine; 
Jesus,  his  first-born  Son, 
How  bright  his  glories  shine! 
Low  he  descends,  in  dust  he  lies, 
That  from  his  tomb  a  church  may  rise. 

3  But  he  for  ever  lives, 
Nor  for  himself  alone; 
Each  saint  new  life  derives 
From  this  mysterious  stone; 

His  influence  darts  thro'  every  soul, 
And  in  one  house  unites  the  whole. 

4  To  him  with  joy  we  move; 
In  him  cemented  stand; 
The  living  temple  grows, 
And  owns  the  founder's  hand: 


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That  structure,  Lord,  still  higher  raise, 
Louder  to  sound  its  builder's  praise. 

Descend,  and  shed  abroad 

The  tokens  of  thy  grace, 

And  with  more  radiant  beams 

Let  glory  fill  the  place; 

Our  joyful  souls  shall  prostrate  fall, 

And  own  our  God  is  all  in  all. 


147.    L.  M. 

Lamb  tf  God,  Wc.  John  i,  29. 

1  BEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude,  and  love 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above. 

i2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid; 
He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid, 
In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood-. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world,  he  dies; 
Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name, 

*  Pardon  and  peace  thro'  him  abound; 
He  can  the  richest  blessings  give; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 
He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live, 
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5  Jesus,  my  lord,  I  look  to  thee; 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  ail  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 


148.     S.  M. 
Leader. 

THOU  veryspaschal  Lamb, 
Whose  blood  for  us  was  shed, 
Thro'  whom  we  out  of  Egypt  came; 
Thy  ransom' d  people  lead. 

Angel  of  gospel  grace! 
Fulfil  thy  character, 
To  guard  and  feed  the  chosen  race* 
In  Israel's  camp  appear. 

Throughout  the  de  sert-way 
Conduct  us  by  thy  light, 
Be  thou  a  cooling  cloud  by  day 
A  cheering  fire  by  night. 

Our  fainting  souls  sustain 
With  blessings  from  above, 
And  ever  on  thy  people  rai» 
The  manna  of  thy  love. 


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149.     L.  M. 
Christ  the  Lord,  our  righteousness,  Jer.  xxiii,  6- 

1  JESUS,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  array'd, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
Even  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea; 
"Jesus  hath  liv'd  and  died  for  me." 

3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay! 
Fully  through  thee  absolv'd  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood. 
Savior  of  sinners  thee  proclaim; 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the   same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  O!  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice; 
Now  bid  thy  banish'd  ones  rejoice: 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 


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150.      P    M. 
Christ  the  rock  cleft  for  sinners,  1  Cor.  x,  4. 

1  ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  theel 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'dj 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  thy  law's  demands; 
Couid  my  zeal  no  respite  know? 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow; 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Heipless  look  to  thee  for  grace; 
Back,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Savior,  or  I  die. 


While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart  strings  break  in  death; 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  the  judgment  throne; 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


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151.    L.  M. 

The  refuge,  Psalm  xxii,  7. 
Isa.  xxxii,  2. 

1  HAIL,  sovereign  love,  that  first  bcgai* 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man! 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding  place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,*with  hand  uplifted  high; 
Despis'd  the  mention  of  his  grace, 
Secure  without  a  hiding  place. 

3  Enwraptin  thick,  egyplian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding  place. 

4  But  thus  eternal  council  ran, 
"Almighty  grace  arrest  that  man;" 
I  felt  the  terrors  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding  place. 

5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view; 
To  sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew; 

But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
"This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place." 

6  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard> 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appeared; 
She  led  me  on,  with  placid  pace3 
To  Jesus,  as  my  hiding-place. 

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7  On  him  the  tenfold  vengeance  fell, 
That  would  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell; 
He  bore  it  for  the  chosen  race, 

And  thus  become  their  hiding-place. 

8  A  few  more  rolling  suns,  at  most, 
Will  land  me  on  fair  Canaan's  coast; 
There  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place* 


152.     C.  M. 

Jesus  Christ  our  hiding'  filace,  Isa.  xxxii,  2 

1  JESUS,  to  thee  my  sure  defence, 

My  help  for  ever  nigh, 
From  the  rough  blast  and  rushing  storm. 
For  shelter  I  apply. 

2  Thou  art  my  holy  hiding  place, 

Thou  my  secure  abode: 
When  vengeance  like  a  whirlwind  flies, 
And  rages  all  abroad. 

3  As  rocks  to  guard  from  burning  skies 

Their  ample  shades  extend, 
Do  thou,  from  flames  of  wrath  divine, 
My  guilty  soul  defend. 


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153.    Sevens* 

Refuge  from  the  storm,  Deut.  xxxiiii^T. 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  nigh! 

3  Hide  me,  O  my  Savior,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide; 

0  receive  my  scul  at  last! 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  theej 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone—* 
Still  support  and  comfort  me! 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd; 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Coyer  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  oi  thy  wing. 

5  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 
Boundless  love  In  thee  I  find; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

6  Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am— . 
Th»u  art  full  of  truth  and  grace* 


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7  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found- 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound? 
Let  me  feel  them  flow  within. 

8  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart- 
Rise  to  all  eternity! 


154.     P.  M. 

Christ  the  fountain  of  life,  Zech.  xiii,  1 

HAIL,  everlasting  spring! 
Celestial  fountain,  hail! 
Thy  streams  salvation  bring} 
The  waters  never  fail: 

Still  they  endure. 

And  still  they  flow, 

For  all  our  woe 

A  sovereign  cure. 

Blest  be  his  wounded  side, 
And  blest  his  bleeding  heart} 
Who  all  in  anguish  died, 
Such  favors  to  impart: 

His  sacred  blood 

Shall  make  us  clean, 

From  every  sin, 

And  fit  for  God. 

To  that  dear  source  of  love 
Our  souls  this  day  would  come; 


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And  thither  from  above, 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home.; 

The  Jew  and  Greek, 

With  rapturous  songs 

On  all  their  tongues, 

Thy  praise  may  speak.. 

155.     P.  M. 
Fountain  o/ien'd for  sinners,  Zech.  xiiij  I 

THE  fountain  of  Christ, 

Lord,  help  us  to  sing, 
The  blood  of  our  Priest, 

Our  crucify'd  King; 
The  fountain  that  cleanses 

From  sin  and  from  filth, 
And  richly  dispenses 

Salvation  and  health. 

This  fountain  so  dear 

He'll  freely  impart; 
When  pierc'd  by  the  spear, 

It  flow'd  from  his  heart, 
With  blood  and  with  water, 

The  first  to  atone, 
To  cleanse  us  the  latter; 

The  fountain's  but  one. 

This  fountain  from  guilt 

Not  only  makes  pure; 
And  gives,  soon  as  felt,. 

Infallible,  cure; 


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But  if  guilt  be  removed, 

Return  and  remain, 
Its  power  may  be  proved 

Again  and  again. 

This  fountain  unseal'd 

Stands  open  for  all 
Who  long  to  be  heal'd, 

The  great  and  the  small: 
Here's  strength  for  the  weakly 

That  hither  are  led; 
Here's  health  for  the  sickly, 

And  life  for  the  dead. 

This  fountain  tho'  rich, 

From  charge  is  quite  clelfr, 
The  poorer  the  wretch 

The  welcomer  here; 
Gome  needy,  and  guilty, 

Come  loathsome  and  bare; 
Tho'  leprous  and  filthy, 

Come  just  as  you  are. 

This  fountain  in  vain 

Has  never  been  try'd, 
It  takes  out  all  stain 

Whenever  apply'd: 
The  fountain  flows  sweetly 

With  virtue  divine, 
To  cleanse  souls  completely, 

Tho'  lep'rous  as  mine. 


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156.     C.  M. 

F  raise  for  the  fountain  opened. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  ImraanueJ's  veins; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 

O  may  I  there,  tho'  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away! 

I  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
'Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  'till  I  die. 

5  But  when  this  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  sone- 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 


15T.     C.  M. 

Christ  the  best  portion.  Cant,  ii,  16, 

i  FROM  pole  to  p'ole  let  others  roam, 
And  -search  in  vain  for  bliss; 


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My  sou)  is  satisfied  at  home, 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 

1  Jesus,  who  on  his  glorious  throne 
Rules  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Is  pieas'd  to  claim  me  for  his  own, 
And  give  himself  for  me.- 

3  His  person  fixes  all  my  love, 

His  blood  removes  my  fear; 
And  while  he  pleads  tor  me  above, 
His  arm  preserves  me  here. 

4  His  word  of  promise  is  my  food, 

His  spirit  is  my  guide; 
Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renew'd', 
And  all  my  wants  supplied. 

5  For  him  I  count  as  gain  each  loss, 

Disgrace  for  him,  renown; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  his  cross, 
While  he  prepares  my  crown! 

6  Let  wordlings  then  indulge  their  boast, 

How  much  they  gain  or  spend; 
Their  joys  must  soon  give  up  the  ghost, 
But  mine  shall  never  end. 


58.    C.  M. 

Jesus  Christ  the  fiearl  of  great  firice^  Matt- 
xiii,  46. 

1  YE  glittering  toys  of  eartji,  adieu* 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine; 


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A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

3  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 
Ye  specious  baits  of  sense; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  Pearl  of  price  immense! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 
O  name  divinely  sweet! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

A  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd; 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  bless'd. 

6  Dear  sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 


159.     L.  M. 
Physician  qf  souls,  Jeremiah  viii,  22. 

1  DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure? 
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In  vain,  alas  is  nature's  aid, 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns, 
With  fatal  strength  in  every  part; 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  the  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found? 
And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh 

-    To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near, 
Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give! 

5  See,  in  the  Savior's  dying  blood 
Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow; 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 

6  Sin  throws  in  vain  its  pointed  dart, 
For  here  a  sovereign  cure  is  found; 
A  cordial  for  the  fainting  heart, 

A  balm  for  every  painful  wound. 


160.     P.  M. 
Christ  cur /i/njsicia?i,  John  iii,  14,  15. 

1  WITH  fiery  serpents  greatly  pain'd, 
When  Israel's  mourning  tribes  complain'd, 
And  sigh'd  to  be  reliev'd; 


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A  serpent  strait  the  prophet  made, 
Of  molten  brass,  to  view  display'd, 
The  patient  look'd  and  liv'd. 

2  But  oh!  what  healing  to  the  heart, 
Doth  Jesus'  greater  cross  impart, 

To  those  who  seek  a  cure? 
Israel  of  old,  and  we  no  less, 
The  same  indulgent  grace  confess, 

Whilst  life  and  breath  endure. 

3  To  reason's  view,  so  strange  effect, 
Self  righteous  souls  will  still  reject, 

And  perish  in  their  pride! 
Not  so  the  stung  with  sin  and  law, 
These  all  their  rich  salvation  draw 

From  Jesu's  bleeding  side. 

4  May  we  then  view  the  matchless  cross, 
And  other  objects  count  but  loss, 

No  other  gain  explore! 
Here  still  be  fix'd  our  feasted  eyes, 
Teeming  with  tears  of  glad  surprise, 

And  thankfully  adore! 

5  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  balmy  name! 
Thy  praise  the  ransom  will  proclaim, 

Thee  we  Physician  call; 
We  own  no  other  cure  but  thine, 
Thou,  the  deliverer  divine, 

Our  health,  our  life,  our  all. 


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161.     p.  M. 

The  good  Physician. 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul! 
At  death's  dark,  door  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light  compar'd  to  sin; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within. 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd, 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  up  all  for  lost; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd- 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace  !) 
Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case: 


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First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd; 

Then  bid  me  look  unto  him; 
I  look'd,  and  I  was  heal'd. 

A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  clanger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look  and  live 


162.     C.   M. 
Physician;  and,  the  miracles  of  Christ. 

1  JESUS,  since  thou  art  still  to-day 

As  yesterday  the  same; 
Present  to  heal,  in  me  display 
The  virtue  of  thy  name. 

2  Since  still  thou  go'st  about  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good; 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praise  may  shew, 
Be  ail  thy  wonders  shew'd. 

Leper. 

1  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 
Thy  miracles  repeat; 
With  pitying  eye  behold  me  fall 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 
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4  Loathsome,  and  vile,  and  self-abhorr'd 

I  sink  beneath  my  sin; 
But  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

Deaf     and     Dumb. 

5  Thou  seest  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord!  mine  ear; 
Bid  me  stretch  out  my  withered  hands. 
And  lift  them  up  in  prayer. 

Silent,  (alas!  thou  knowest  how  long) 

My  voice  I  cannot  raise; 
But  O!  when  thou  shalt  loose  my  tongue 

The  dumb  shall  sing  thy  praise. 

Lame. 

7  Lame  at  the  pool  I  still  am  seen, 

Waiting  to  find  relief; 
While  many  others  venture  in, 
And  wash  away  their  grief. 

8  Now  speak  my  mind,  my  conscience   sound, 

Give,  and  my  strength  employ; 
Light  as  a  hart,  my  soul  shall  bound. 
The  lame  shall  leap  for  joy. 

Blind. 

9  If  thou,  my  God,  art  passing  by, 

O!  let  me  find  thee  near; 
Jesus,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
Thou,  Son  of  David  hear! 

10  See  I  am  waiting  in  the  way, 

for  thee  the  heavenly  light; 


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Command  me  to  be  brought  and  say, 
"  Sinner,  receive  thy  sight." 

Possessed. 

11  Cast  out  thy  foes,  and  let  them  still 

To  thy  great  name  submit;  j 

Clothe  with  thy  righteousness,  and  heal, 
And  place  me  at  thy  feet. 

12  From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  power,  the  pain, 

Thou  wilt  relieve  my  soul; 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain, 
For  thou  wilt  make  me  whole. 


163.     S.  M. 
The  security  of  Christ's  s/ieefi,  John  x,  27 — 29. 

1  MY  soul,  with  joy  attend, 
While  Jesus  silence  breaks; 

No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 
As  what  my  Shepherd  speaks. 

2  "I  know  my  sheep,"  he  cries, 
My  soul  approves  them  well: 

Vain  is  the  treacherous  world's  disguise, 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  "I  freely  feed  them  now 
With  tokens  of  my  love, 

But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams  above. 

4  "Urmumber'd  years  of  bliss 
I  to  my  sheep  will  give; 


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And,  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands, 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

"This  tried  almighty  hand 
Is  rais'd  for  their  defence: 
Where  is  the  power  shall  reach  them  there? 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence?" 

Enough,  my  gracious  Lord, 
Let  faith  triumphant  cry; 
My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live, 
Can  on  this  promise  die. 


164.     C.  M.  , 

Fear  not,  it  is  your  Fathers  good  pleasure  tit 
give  you  the  kingdom^luuke  xii,  32. 

1  YE  little  flock,  whom  Jesus  feeds, 

Dismiss  your  anxious  cares; 
Look  to  the  Shepherd  of  your  souls, 
And  smile  away  your  fears. 

2  Tho'  wolves  and  lions  prowl  around, 

His  staff  is  your  defence:  [voice, 

'Midst  sands  and  rocks  your  Shepherd's 
Calls  streams  and  pastures  thence. 

3  Your  Father  will  a  kingdom  give, 

And  give  it  with  delight; 
His  feeblest  child  his  love  shall  call 
To  triumph  in  his  sight. 

4  Ten  thousand  praises,  Lord,  we  bring 

For  sure  supports  like  these; 


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And  o'er  the  pious  dead  we  sing 
Thy  living  promises. 

5  For  all  we  hope  and  they  enjoy, 
We  bless  a  Savior's  name; 
Nor  shall  that  stroke  disturb  the  song, 
Which  breaks  this  mortal  frame. 


165.     L.  M. 
Our  exam/ile,  John  xiii,  15. 

1  AND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be: 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 

To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind! 
How  mild!  how  ready  to  forgive! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live; 

I  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employmeat  and  delight; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 
Shone  thro'  his  life,  divinely  bright! 

f  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love; 
O,  if  we  love  the  Savior's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 


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6  But  ah,  how  blind!  how  weak  we  are! 
How  frail!  how  apt  to  turn  aside! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 
And  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

7  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be; 
Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
Dear  Savior,  daily  more  like  thee. 


166.  P.  M. 
Guide,  Psalm  xlviii,  1 4. 

1  GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  thro*  this  barren  land; 

I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty- 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rfui  hand: 

Bread  of  heaven, 

Feed  me  'till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 
Let  the  fi'ry,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my   journey  thro'; 
Strong  deiiv'rer! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield! 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heav'nly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness: 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner — 

Be  my  robe  of  righteousnoss: 
Fight  and  conquer, 
All  my  foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 


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When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fear  subside; 

Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Lund  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side: 

Songs  of  praises 

I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


167.    L.  M. 

Jesus  Christ,  the  way  to  God,  John  xiv,  6. 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
'Till  late  I  heard  my  Savior  say, 
Come  hither,  Soul,  "I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am; 

My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 


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6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Savior  1  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "Behold  the  way  to  God." 


168.     S.  M. 

7  am  the  wayt  and  the  truth,  and  the  life,  John 
xiv,  6. 

1  I  AM,  saith  Christ,  the  way. 
Now  if  we  credit  Him, 

All  other  paths  must  lead  astray, 
How  fair  soe'er  they  seem. 

2  I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  truth. 
Then  all  that  lacks  this  test, 

Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  mouth, 
Is  but  a  lie  at  best. 

3  I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  life. 
Let  this  be  seen  by  faith, 

It  follows  without  further  strife, 
That  all  besides  is  death. 

4t       If  what  those  words  aver, 
The  Holy  Ghost  apply; 
The  simplest  Christian  shall  not  err, 
Nor  be  deceived,  nor  die. 


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169.     C.  M. 

Ml  in  Ml.  . 

1  COMPARE  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

"NTn  comeliness  1  see; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 

Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey: 
Thyself  bestow;  for  thee  alone 
My  all  in  all  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice, 

Mv  comfort  to  restore: 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave; 

And  thou  can  give  no  more. 
4Lov'dofmyGod,forhimagain 

With  love  intense  I  d  burn, 
Chosen  of  thee  ere  time  began, 

I'd  choose  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 
O  teach  me  to  resign: 
rm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss 
If  thou,  O  God,  art  mine. 

170.      L.  M. 
Jesus  Christ  all  in  all,  Col.  iii,  H- 

i   TRIUMPH  \NT  sing,  ye  favor'd  saints, 
1  £olc;  your  fears  and  long  complaints; 
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Lo  at  Immamiers  footstool  fall, 
And  view  him  as  your  all  in  all. 

2  No  arm  of  flesh  we  make  our  trust, 
Nor  place  oui  hope  in  worms  and  dust, 
Apollos,  Peter,  holy  Paul; 
Acknowledge  Christ  their  all  in  all. 

S  He  arch'd  the  skies,  he  fix'd  the  sun, 
His  glories  through  creation  run; 
All  creatures  round  this  earthly  ball, 
Joiij  to  proclaim  him  all  in  all. 

4  No  righteousness  but  his  we  own, 
No  ransom  but  his  blood  alone: 
While  on  the  Father's  name  we  call, 
Our  faith  pleads  Christ  as  all  in  all. 

5  Oh!  sinners,  come  at  his  command, 
Receive  the  bounties  of  his  hand; 
Obey  the  gospel's  charming  call, 
And  Jesus  own  your  all  in  all. 


171.     P.  M. 

Desiring  to  praise  Christ,  Isa.  xlii,  10 — 12. 

O  WHAT  shall  I  do 
My  Savior  to  praise; 
So  faithful  and  true, 
So  plenteous  in  grace; 
So  strong  to  deliver, 
So  good  to  redeem 
The  weakest  believer 
That  hangs  upon  him. 


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How  happy  the  man 
Whose  heart  is  set  free, 
The  people  that  can 
Be  joyful  in  thee! 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in 
The  light  of  thy  face, 
And  still  they  are  talking 
Of  Jesus'  grace. 

Their  daily  delight 
Shall  be  in  thy  name, 
They  shall,  as  their  right^ 
Thy  righteousness  proclaim: 
Thy  righteousness  wearing, 
And  cleans'd  by  thy  blood, 
Bold  shall  they  appear  in 
The  presence  of  God: 

For  thou  art  their  boast, 
Their  glory  and  power; 
And  I  also  trust 
To  see  the  glad  hour; 
My  soul's  new  creation, 
A  life  from  the  dead, 
The  day  of  salvation; 
That  lifts  up  my  head. 

Yes,  Lord,  I  shall  see 

The  bliss  of  thine  own! 

Thy  secret  to  me 

Shall  soon  be  made  known: 

"For  sorrow  and  sadness 

I  joy  shall  receive, 

And  share  in  the  gladness 

Of  all  that  believe. 


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SECT.    7. 

THE  HOLY  SPIRIT— HIS  INFLUENCES 
AND  GRACES. 


172.    P.  M. 

The  sfiirit  of  life,  light,  and  purity,  Cant,  iv,  16. 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Enlivening  consecrating  fire! 
Descend,  and,  with  celestial  heat, 
Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire: 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  cornel 

2  In  our  cold  breasts,  O  strike  a  spark 
Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel; 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumb'd  and  stupid  still: 

Come,  -vivifying  Spirit  come, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home. 

S  Whatever  guilt  and  madness  dare, 
We  would  not  quench  the  heavenly  fire; 
Our  hearts  as  fuel  we  prepare, 
Tho'  in  the  flume  we  should  expire: 
Our  breast  expand  to  make  thee  room; 
Come,  purifying  Spirit,  come. 

4  Let  pure  devotion's  fervor  rise; 
Let  every  pious  passion  glow: 


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O  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 
Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below! 
Come,  condescending1  Spirit  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home. 


173.     S.  M. 
The  Holy  Spirit  implored,  Rom.  viii,  9. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

Convince  us  of  our  sin, 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood: 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart. 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 

And  new-create  the  whole. 

[If  thou  celestial  Dove, 

Thine  influence  withdraw, 
What  easy  victims  soon  we  fall 

To  conscience,  wrath,  and  law! 

No  longer  burns  our  love; 
Our  faith  and  patience  fail; 

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Our  sin  revives,  and  death  and  hell 
Our  feeble  souls  assail.] 

Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son  and  Thee. 


174.     P.  M. 
The  Spirit's  influence  sought  >  John  xvi,  14. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 

Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burden'd  sinner  free; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart: 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way: 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lcfrc!,  for  ever  thine. 


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175.     P.  M. 

The  sfririt  of  consolation^  rest,  end  holiness^ 
Eph.  iv,  30. 

1  DESCEND,  Holy  Spirit,  the  dove, 
And  visit  a  sorrowful  breast; 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 
And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest: 
Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 
A  sinner  o'crwhelm'd  with  his  load; 
The  sense  of  redemption  to  give, 
And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  the  blood. 

2  With  me  if  of  old  thou  hast  strove, 
And  kindly  withheld  me  from  sin; 
Resolv'd,  by  the  strength  of  thy  love, 
My  worthless  affection  to  win: 
The  work  of  thy  mercy  revive, 
Invincible  mercy  exert; 
And  keep  my  weak  graces  alive, 
And  set  up  thy  rest  in  my  heart. 

3  If,  when  I  have  put  thee  to  grief, 
And  madly  to  felly  rcturn'd, 

Thy  goodness  hath  been  my  relief, 
And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourn'd: 
O  Spirit  of  pity  and  grace, 
Relieve  me  again   and  restore; 
My  spirit  in  holiness  raise, 
To  fall  and  to  grieve  thee  no  more. 

4  If  now  I  lament  after  God, 
And  pant  for  a  drop  of  his  love; 


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If  Jesus,  who  pour'd  out  his  blood, 
Obtain'd  me  a  mansion  above; 
Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 
Sweet  witness  of  mercy  divine! 
And  make  me  thy  permanent  home, 
And  seal  me  eternally  thine. 


176.     P.  M. 

The  sfiirit  of  love,  joy,  and  guidance ,  Ezek 
xxxvii,  9. 

1  DESCEND  from  heaven,  celestial  Dove; 

With  flames  of  pure  seraphic  love 

Our  ravish'd  breasts  inspire: 
Fountain  of  joy,  blest  Paraclete; 
Warm  our  cold  hearts  with  heavenly  heatj 

And  set  our  souls  on  fire. 

2  Breathe  on  these  bones,  so  dry  and  dead, 
Thy  softest,  sweetest  influence  shed 

In  all  our  hearts  abroad; 
Point  out  a  place  where  grace  abounds, 
Direct  us  to  the  bleeding  wound, 

Of  our  incarnate  God. 

3  Conduct,  blest  guide  thy  sinner-train 
To  Calvary,  where  the  Lamb  was  slain; 

And  with  us  there  abide: 
Let  us  ourlov'd  Redeemer  meet, 
Weep  o'er  his  pierced  hands  and  feet, 

And  view  his  wounded  side, 

4  Thou,  with  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Art  that  mysterious  three-in-oxe, 


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God  blest  for  evermore: 
Whom,  tho'  we  cannot  comprehend, 
Feeling  thou  art  the  sinners  friend, 

We  love  thee  and  adore. 


177.     C.  M. 

The  spirit  of  love  and  comfort,  John  xiv, 
16 — 18,  26. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above! 

Our  longing  breasts  inspire, 
With  thy  soft  flame  of  heavenly  love; 
And  fan  the  sacred  fire. 

2  Thou  comfortest  the  heavy  heart, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  prcst; 
Thou  to  the  dead  canst  life  impart, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Let  no  false  comfort  lift  us  up, 

To  confidence  that's  vain; 
Nor  let  our  faith  and  courage  droop, 
For  whom  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

4  The  Father  sent  his  Son  to  die 

The  willing  Son  obey'd; 
The  witness  Thou,  to  ratify 
The  purchase  Christ  has  made. 


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173.  C.  M. 
Divine  influences  desired,  John  xvi,  14. 

1  GREAT  Spirit  by  whose  power  divine 

All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benedictions  shower, 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

2  Hail,  source  of  light!  arise  and  shine, 

Darkness  and  doubts  dispel; 
Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine, 
In  us  for  ever  dwell. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise, 

Complete  redemption  bring; 
New  tongues  impart  to  speak  the  praise 
Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 

A  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 
To  all  the  world  beside: 
Exulting  then,  we  feel  and  own 
Our  Jesus  glorified. 


179.     L.  M. 

Our  bodies  the  temfile  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 
1  Cor.  iii,  16,  17. 

1  AND  will  th'  offended  God  again, 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men? 
Will  he  within  his  bosom  raise 
A  living  temple  to  his  praise? 


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2  The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast, 
All  hail!  all  hail!  thou  heavenly  guest! 
Lift  up  your  heads  ye  powers  within, 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Enter  with  all  thy  heavenly  train, 
Here  live,  and  here  for  ever  reign; 
Thy  sceptre  o'er  my  pasions  sway, 
Let  love  command,  and  I'll  obey. 

4  Reason  and  conscience  shall  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  thy  feet; 
No  idol-god  shall  hold  a  place 
Within  this  temple  of  thy  grace. 


180.     L.  M. 

Growing  in  grace  by  the  Holy  Sfiirit, 
2  Pet.  Hi,  18. 

1  PRAISE  to  thy  name,  eternal  God, 
For  all  the  grace  thou  hast  bestow'd; 

*     For  all  thine  influence  from  above, 
To  warm  our  souls  with  sacred  love. 

2  Blest  be  thy  hand,  which  from  the  skies 
Brought  down  this  plant  of  paradise, 
And  gave  its  heavenly  glory  birth, 

To  deck  this  wilderness  of  earth. 

3  But  why  does  that  celestial  flower 
Open,  and  thrive, and  shine  no  more? 
Where  are  its  balmy  odors  fled? 
And  why  reclines  its  beauteous  head? 


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4  Too  plain,  alas!  the  languor  shews 
Th'  unkindly  soil  in  which  it  glows; 
Where  the  black  frosts  and  beating  storm 
Wither  and  rend  its  tender  form. 

5  Unchanging  Sun  thy  beams  display, 
To  drive  the  frosts  and  storms  away; 
Make  all  thy  potent  virtues  known, 
To  cheer  a  plant  so  much  thy  own. 

6  And  thou,  blest  Spirit,  deign  to  blow 
Fresh  gales  of  heaven  on  shrubs  below; 
So  shall  they  grow,  and  breathe  abroad 
A  fragrance  grateful  to  our  God. 


181.     L.  M. 
Praise  to  the  Trinity. 


1  HAIL,  Father!  hail,  eternal  Son! 
Hail,  sacred  Spirit,  Three  in  One! 
Blessing  and  thanks,  and  pow'r  divine. 
Thrice  holy  Lord,  be  ever  thine! 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Who  made  the  earth  and  heaven, 

Of  equal  dignity  possest, 
Be  equal  honors  given. 


TO  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one, 

Be  universal  homage  paid, 
Coequal  honors  done. 


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SECT.    8. 

PARTICULAR  DOGTRINES,  PROMISES,  INVITA- 
TIONS OF  THE  GOSPEL,  AND  COMPLETE 
SALVATION. 

FALL  OF   MAN.      6Vf  APOSTACY. 

182.     L.  M. 

Election  firovccl  by  catling,  Job  xiv,  5. 

1  THERE  is  a  period  known  to  God, 
When  all  his  sheep  redeem'd  by  blood, 
Shall  leave  the  hateful  ways  of  sin 
Turn  to  the  fold,  and  enter  in. 

2  At  peace  with  hell,  with  God  at  war, 
In  sin's  dark  maze  they  wander  far; 
Indulge  their  lusts,  and  still  go  on 
As  far  from  God  as  sheep  can  run. 

3  When  wisdom  calls,  they  stop  their  ear, 
And  headlong  urge  the  mad  career; 
Judgments  nor  mercies  e'er  can  sway, 
Their  roving  feet  to  wisdom's  way. 

4  Glory  to  God,  they  ne'er  can  rove 
Beyond  the  limits  of  his  love! 
Secure  by  his  eternal  will, 
Firm  as  the  buse  of  Sion's  hill. 

5  T!i'  appontcd  time  rolls  on  a  pace, 
Not  to  propose,  but  call  by  grace; 

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To  change  the  heart,  renew  the  soul, 
And  all  their  sinful  lusts  control. 


183.     P.  M. 
Election)  Eph.  i,  4 — 7. 

1  SONS  we  are  thro'  God's  election, 

Who  in  Jesus  Christ  believe; 
By  eternal  destination, 

Sov'reign  grace  we  here  receive: 
Lord,  thy  mercy 
Does  both  grace  and  glory  give. 

2  Ev'ry  fallen  soul  by  sinning, 

Merits  everlasting  pain; 
But  thy  love  without  beginning, 

Has  restor'd  thy  sons  again: 
Countless  millions 
Shall  in  life  thro'  Jesus  reign. 

o  Pause,  my  soul,  adore  and  wonderl 
Ask,  "O  why  such  love  to  me?" 
Grace  hath  put  me  in  the  number 

Of  the  Savior's  family; 
Hallelujah! 
Thanks,  eternal  thanks  to  thee! 

[4  Since  that  love  had  no  beginning, 
And  shall  never,  never  cease, 

Keep,  O  keep  me,  Lord,  from  sinning. 
Guide  me  in  the  way  of  peace! 

Make  me  walk  in 

All  the  paths  of  holiness. 


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5  When  I  quit  this  feeble  mansion, 

And  my  soul  returns  to  thee; 
Let  the  pow'r  of  thy  ascension 

Manifest  itself  in  me: 
Thro'  thy  spirit 
Give  the  final  victory!] 

6  When  the  angel  sounds  the  trumpet — 

When  my  soul  and  body  join — 
When  my  Savior  comes  to  judgment, 

Bright  in  majesty  divine, 
I  shall  triumph; 
For  his  righteousness  is  mine. 

7  When  in  that  blest  habitation, 

Which  my  God  for  me  ordain'd, 
When  in  glory's  full  possession, 

1  with  saints  and  angels  stand, 
Free  grace  only 
Shall  resound  thro*  Canaan's  land. 


184.     C.  M. 

Election. 

1  ELECTION!  'tis  a  joyful  sound 

To  wretched,  guilty  man; 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  form'd 
The  everlasting  plan. 

2  O  may  this  Bible-truth  inspire 

My  heart  with  purest  bliss; 
And  land  my  soul  in  mansions  where 
My  chosen  Jesus  is. 


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185.      S.   M. 
Electing  love,  Acts  xiii,  48. 

1  HOW  happy  are  we 
Our  election  who  see, 

And  can  venture,  O  Lord,  for  salvation  on  thee! 

In  Jesus  approval, 

From  eternity  lov'd, 
Upheld  by  the  pow'r,  we  cannot  be  mov'd. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  bosom  divine, 

And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine; 

While,  born  from  above 

And  upheid  by  thy  love, 
We  with  singing  and  triumph  to  Sion  remove. 

3  Our  seeking  thy  Lee, 

Was  the  fruit  of  thy  grace;  [praise; 

Thy  goodness  demands  and  shall  have  ail  the 

No  sinner  can  be 

Beforehand  with  thee, 
Thy  grace  is  preventing,  almighty,  and  free. 

4  'On  Canaan's  fair  land 

We  shortly  shall  stand;  [our  hand, 

With  crowns  on  our  heads,  and  with  harps  in 

Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd; 

The  Lamb  shall  be  crown'd, 
Salvation  to  Jesus  thro'  heav'n  shall  resound.' 


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J86.  P.  M. 
Christ's  Atonement, 

1  O  THOU,  who  didst  thy  glory  lead, 
Apostate  sinners  to  retrieve, 

From  nature's  deadly  fall, 
If  thou  hast  bought  me  with  a  price, 
My  sins  against  me  ne'er  shall  rise 

For  thou  hast  borne  them  all. 

2  And  wast  thou  punish'd  in  my  stead? 
Didst  thou  without  the  city  bleed 

To  expiate  my  stain? 
On  earth  my  God  vouchsaf'd  to  dwell, 
And  made  of  infinite  avail, 

The  sufferings  of  the  man. 

3  Behold  him  for  transgressors  given! 
Behold  the  incarnate  King  of  heaven 

For  us  his  foes  expirel 
Amaz'd  O  earth!  the  tidings  hear! 
He  bore,  that  we  might  never  bear 

His  Father's  righteous  ire. 

4  Ye  saints,  the  man  of  sororw  bless, 
The  God  for  your  unrighteousness 

Deputed  to  atone: 
Praise  'till,  with  all  the  ransom'd  throng, 
Ye  sing  the  never-ending  song, 

And  see  him  on  his  throne. 

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187.     CM. 

Our  Righteousness^  Jer.  xxiii    6. 

1  SAVIOR  divine,  we  know  thy  name, 

And  in  that  name  we  trust; 
Thou  art  the  Lord  our  rghteousness, 
Thou  art  thine  Israel's  boast. 

2  Guilty  we  plead  before  thy  throne. 

And  lev/  in  dust  we  lie 
'Till    Jesus  stretch  his  gracious  arm, 
To  bring  the  guilty  nigh. 

3  The  sins  of  one  most  righteous  day 

Might  plunge  us  in  despair; 
Yet  all  the  crimes  of  numerous  years 
Shall  our  great  surety  clear. 

4  The  spotless  robe  which  he  hath  wrought 

Shall  deck  us  all  around; 
Nor  by  the  piercing  eye  of  God 
One  blemish  shall  be  found. 

5  Pardon,  and  peace,  and  lively  hope 

To  sinners  now  are  given; 
Israel  and  Judah  soon  shall  change 
Their  wilderness  for  heaven. 

6  With  joy  we  taste  that  manna  now, 

Thy  mercy  scatters  down; 
We  sea!  our  humble  vows  to  thee, 
And  wait  the  promis'd  crown. 


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188.     P.   M. 
All,  as  simiers  invited,  to  Christ,  Mark   ii,  \7* 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

Weak  and  wounded  sick  and  sorel 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity  joined  with  power: 
He  is  able, 
He  is  wining:  doubt  no  more! 

2  Come,  ye  thirsty,  come,  and  welcome! 

God's  free  bounty  glorily: 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh— • 
Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him: 
This  he  gives  you; 
*Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all: 
Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo!  your  Maker  prostrate  lies! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 


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Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
"It  is  nnish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

Lo!  th'  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood: 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude; 

None  but  Jesns 

Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb: 

While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 

Hallelujah! 

Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


189.     L.  M. 

Weary  sinners  invited  to  rest,  Matt,  xi,  28. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distress'd, 
Come  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest; 
The  Savior's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
O  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes 


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Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace; 
How  rich  the  gift!  how  frjee  the  grace! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hops  thy  gracious  words  impart; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Savior!  let  thy  powerful  Jove 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


190.     C.  M. 
The  Savior's  invitation,  John  vii,  37. 

1  THE  S  vior  calls — let  every  ear, 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow; 
And  life,  ar.d  health,  and  biiss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  com**,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 

And  can  you  yet  delay? 


4  Dear  Savior,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 
To  thee  let  sinners  fly: 
And  take  the  bass  thy  iove  imparts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 


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191.     P.  M. 
There  is  yet  room/or  sinners,  Luke  xiv,  22. 

1  YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you: 

Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
No  vain  excuses  frame; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame: 

All  things  are  ready,  sinners  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

I       Believe  the  heavenly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim; 

He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name: 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come, 
Cast  off  despair  there  yet  is  room. 

Ir       Comptil'dby  bleeding  love; 

Ye  wandering  sheep  draw  near; 

Christ  calls  you  from  above, 

His  charming  accents  hear! 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come: 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room 


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192.     P.  M. 

Whosoever  will,  let  him  come,  Rey.  xxii,  17. 

1  YE  scarlet-color'd  sinners,  come; 
Jesus  the  Lord,  invites  you  home; 

O  whither  can  you  go? 
What!  are  your  crimes  of  crimson  hue? 
His  promise  is  for  ever  true, 

He'll  wash  you  white  as  snow. 

2  Backsliding  souls,  fill'd  with  your  ways, 
Whose  weeping  nights,  and  wretched  days, 

In  bitterness  are  spent! 
Return  to  Jesus,  he'll  reveal 
His  lovely  face,  and  sweetly  heal 

What  you  so  much  lament. 

3  Tried  souls!  look  up—he  says,  'tis  I — 
He  loves  you  still,  but  means  to  try 

If  faith  will  bear  the  test; 
The  Lord  has  giv'n  the  chiefest  goodj. 
He  shed  for  you  his  precious  blood; 

O  trust  him  for  the  rest! 

4  Ye  tender  souls,  draw  hither  too. 
Ye  grateful,  highly  favor'd  few, 

Who  feel  the  debt  you  owe;—  _ 
Press  on,  the  Lord  hath  more  to  give; 
By  faith  upon  him  daily  live, 

And  you  shall  find  it  so. 


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192.     P.  M. 
Precious  promises^  2  Pet.  i,  4. 

iHOV  firm   a  foundation,  ye  saints   of  the 

Lord 
Is  laid  frn  your  faith,  in  bis  excellent  word! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  1  «  d. 

2In  every  condition-,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  with  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad;  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
"As  days  may  demand,  so  thy  succour  shall  be." 

3"Fear  not.  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
"I,  I  am  thy  God,    and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
"I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,. and  cause  thee 

t<   stand, 
"Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4"Whcn  thro'  the   deep  waters   I   cause  thee 

to  go, 
"The  rivers  of  trouble  shall  not  thee  o'erflow; 
"For  1  will  be  with  the<    thy  troubles  to  blessj 
"Ard  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5"Whcn    through    fiery    trials    thy   pathway 

shali 
"My  grace  ail  sufficient  shah  be  thy  supply; 
"Tin-  flame  shall  not  hurt  th<  e,  1  only  destj  n 
♦'Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

<5"Even  d'yv.n  to  old  age,  all    my  people    shall 

prove 
KMy  sovereign  eternal  unchangeable  love; 


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"And  when   hoary   hairs   shall   their  temples 

adorn, 
"Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

7"The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose 
"J  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
"That    soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

.  shake, 
"77/  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake  "* 


193.    C.  M. 

Complete  salvation. 

1  SALVATION  through  our  dying  God 
Is  finish'd  and  complete; 
He  paid  whate'er  his  people  ow'd, 
And  cancell'd  all  their  debt. 

Salvation  now  shall  be  my  stay, 

"A  sinner  sav'd,"  I'll  cry; 
Then  gladly  quit  this  mortal  clay, 
For  better  joys  on  high. 


194.     P.  M. 

Distinguishing  grace,  Jer.  xxxi,  3. 

1  IN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise; 
Ye  pilgrims  for  Sion  who  press, 

*T)r<  Doddridge's  translation  of  Heb.  sift,  5.. 

16 


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Break  forth,  and  extol  the   great  Ancient  of 
days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love  from  eternity  fix'd  upon  you, 

Broke  forth  and  discover'd  its  flame, 
When  each  with  the  cords  of  his   kindness 
he  drew, 
And  brought  you  to  love  his  great  name. 

3  O  had  he  not  pitied  the  state  you  were  in, 

Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt; 
You  all  would  have  liv'd,  would   have  dy'cl 

too  in  sin, 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  es- 

teem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight? 
sTwas   "even  so,  rather/'   you   ever   must 

sing, 
"Because  it  seem'd  good  in  thy  sight." 

5  'Twas  all  of  thy  grace  we  were  brought  to 

obey 
While  others  were  suffer'd  to  go, 
The  road  which  by  nature  we  choose  as  our 
way, 
Which  leads  to  the  regions  of  wo. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy  name; 

To  him  all  the  glory  belongs; 
Be   yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth 
his  fame, 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  songs. 


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195.     C.  M. 

O  Lord  say  unto  my  soul,  I  am  thy  salvation, 
Psalm  xxxv,  3. 

1  SALVATION!  O  melodious  sound 

To  wretched  dying  men! 
Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 

2  Rescu'd  from  hell's  eternal  gloom, 

From  fiends,  and  fires,  and  chains: 
Rais'd  to  a  paradise  of  bliss, 

Where  Love  triumphant  reigns! 

o  But  may  a  poor  bewilder'd  soul, 
Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine? 

4  The  lustre  of  so  bright  a  bliss 

My  feeble  heart  o'erbears; 
And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
The  promise  into  tears. 

5  My  Savior  God,  no  voice  but  thine 

These  dying  hopes  can  raise: 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  soul, 
And  turn  my  prayer  to  praise. 


196.     C.  M. 
Efficacious  grace,  Psalm  xlv,  3—^. 

1  HAIL!  mighty  Jesus  how  divine 
Is  thy  victorious  sword! 


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The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign; 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thy  arrows  give.4 
They  pierce  the  hardest  heart: 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 
Ride  with  majestic  sway: 
Go  forth,  sweet  Prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete; 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace; 

5  O  may  my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band! 
And  I  with  them  thy  praise  shall  sound 
Throughout  Immanuel's  landv 


19/.     L.  M. 

The  conversion  of  Zaccheus,  Luke  xix,    1—10. 

1  ONCE  as  the  Savior  pass'd  along, 
Zaccheus  fain  the  Lord  would  see; 
Of  stature  small,  to  'scape  the  throng, 
He  ran  before  and  climb 'd  a  tree. 

2  As  the  omniscient  Lord  drew  nigh, 
Upward  he  look'd  and  saw  him  there; 
"Zaccheus,  hasten  down  for  I 
"Must  be  thy  guest  to-day,  prepare. 


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3  "To-day,"  the  pardoning  Savior  cries, 
"Salvation  to  thy  house  is  come, 
"On  wings  of  sovereign  love  it  flics! 
"Go  tell  the  "blissful  news  at  home." 

4  Lord  look  on  souls  that  gaze  around, 
To  every  listening  sinner  speak; 
Now  may  thy  ancient  love  abound, 
From  every  seat  a  captive  take. 

5  Sinners  make  haste  our  God  to  meet; 
C  orae  to  the  feast  his  love  prepares; 

The  lost  are  sought  and  saved,  how  sweet! 
And  not  the  righteous,  Christ  declares. 

5  Say,  what  are  ye  come  out  to  view; 
Jesus  who  once  for  sinners  died? 
O  hear  the  Savior's  voice  to  you, 
"Cast  sinful,  righteous  self  aside." 

7  Lord,  wilt  thou  stoop  to  be  my  guest? 
Dost  thou  invite  Thee  to  my  home? 
Welcome,  dear  Savior,  to  my  breast, 
To-day  let  thy  salvation  come. 


198.     L.  M. 

The  lost  sheefi  found;    ov^joy  in  heaven  on  the 
conversion  of  a  sinner ',  Luke  xv,  3,  4. 

1  WHEN  some  kind  shepherd  from  his  fold, 
Has  lost  a  straying  sheep, 
Through  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves, 
And  climbs  the  mountain's  steep. 

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%  But  O  the  joy!  the  transport  sweet! 
When  he  the  wanderer  finds; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  shoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  hastes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  bliss  complete: 
The  neighbors  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joytul  Shepherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns; 
When  the  poor  wretch  with  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns! 

5  Pleas'd  with  the  news  the  saints  below, 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

6  Well-pleas'd  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner  weep; 
Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 
And  owns  him  for  his  sheep. 

7  Not  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire: 
<CA  wandering  sheep's  return 'd,"  they  sing, 
Jind  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


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199.     C.  M. 
The  converted  thief,  Luke  xxiii,  42. 

1  AS  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  dy'd, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch 
That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 

The  penitent  confess'd; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  address'd: 

3  "Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

"Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 
"I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears; 
"And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo 

"In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
"Burst  thro'  the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
"And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

"Dear  Savior,  think  on  me; 
"And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
"Let  me  a  sharer  be." 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  hears, 

And  instantly  replies, 
"To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
"With  me  in  Paradise." 


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200.  P.  M. 
True  Convert,  2  Cor.  v,  17. 

i  WHEN  with  my  mind  devoutly  prest 
Dear  Savior,  my  revolving  breast 
Would  past  offences  trace; 
Trembling-,  I  make  the  black  review, 
Yet  pleas'd  behold,  admiring  too, 
The  pow'r  of  changing  grace. 

2  This  tongue,  with  blasphemies  defil'd, 

These  feet,  to  erring  paths  beguil'd 

In  heav'nly  league  agree; 
Who  could  believe  such  lips  could  praise 
Or  think  my  dark  and  winding  ways 

Should  ever  lead  to  thee? 

3  These  eyes,  that  once  abus'd  their  sight, 
Now  lift  to  thee  their  wat'ry  light, 

And  weep  a  silent  flood: 
These  hands  ascend  in  ceaseless  pray'r; 
O  wash  away  the  stains  they  wear 

In  thy  redeeming  blood! 

£4  These  ears,  that  pleas'd  could  entertain 
The  midnight  oath,  the  lustful  strain, 

When  round  the  festal  board; 
Now  deaf  to  all  th*  enchanting  noise: 
Avoid  the  throng,  detest  the  joys, 

And  press  to  hear  thy  word.] 

5  Thus  art  thou  serv'd  in  cv'ry  part; 

O  wouldst  thou  more  transform  my  heart; 
This  drossy  thing  refine; 


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That  grace  might  nature's  strength  control, 
And  a  new  creature — body — soul 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine! 


201.     S.  M. 

Vital  union  to  Christ  in  regeneration,  1  Cor. 
vi,  17. 

I       DEAR  Savior,  we  are  thine, 
By  everlasting  bonds; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign, 
Our  souls  are  in  thy  hands. 

I       To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever  growing  zeal; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
O  let  them  ne'er  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 
Our  souls  to  thee  our  head; 

Shall  form  us  to  thy  image  bright, 
That  we  thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  ou^'  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay; 

But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side 

Thro'  all  the  gloomy  way. 

* 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 

If  he  in  heaven  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 


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202.     C.   M. 
Perseverance,  Psalm  cxix,  117. 

1  LORD,  hast  thou  made  me  know  thy  ways? 

Conduct  me  in  thy  fear, 
And  grant  me  such  supplies  of  grace, 
That  I  may  persevere. 

2  Let  but  thy  own  Almighty  arm 

Sustain  a  feeble  worm, 
I  shall  escape,  secure  from  harm, 
Amid  the  dreadful  storm. 

3  Be  thou  my  all-sufficient  friend, 

'Till  all  my  toils  shall  cease; 
Guard  me  thro'  life,  and  let  my  end 
Jie  everlasting  peace. 


203.     S.  M. 
Communion  with  God  and  Christ,  1  John  i,  3. 

>      OUR  heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near; 
With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  ^ear. 

1      God  pities  all  our  griefs; 
He  pardons  every  day; 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

}      How  large  his  bounties  are! 
What  various  stores  of  good 


igi 

Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood? 

4  Jesus,  our  living  head, 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care; 

Our  advocate  before  thy  throne, 
And  our  forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart! 
Here  wait  my  warmest  love! 

Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

204.     L.  M. 
Desiring  communion  with  God. 

1  MY  rising  soul,  with  strong  desires,, 
To  perfect  happiness  aspires, 

With  steady  steps  would  tread  the  road, 
That  leads  to  heaven,  that  leads  to  God. 

2  I  thirst  to  drink  unmingled  love, 
From  the  pure  fountain-head  above: 
My  dearest  Lord,  I  long  to  be 
Empty'd  of  sin,  and  full  of  thee. 

3  For  thee  I  pant,  for  thee  I  burn, 
Art  thou  withdrawn?  again  return; 
Nor  let  me  be  the  first  to  say, 

Thou  wilt  not  hear  when  sinners  pray. 


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205.     C.  M. 
Walking  with  God,  Gen.  v,  24. 

1  O  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  dove;  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol,  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb, 


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206.      P.  M. 
Adoption,  1  John  iii,  1 — 3. 

LET  others  boast  their  ancient  line 

In  long  succession  great; 

In  the  proud  list  let  heroes  shine, 

And  monarch's  swell  the  state; 
Descended  from  the  King  of  Kings, 
Each  saint  a  nobler  title  sings. 

Pronounce  me,  gracious  God,  thy  Son, 

Own  me  an  heir  divine; 

I'll  pity  princes  on  the  throne, 

When  I  can  call  thee  mine: 
Sceptres  and  crowns  unenvied  rise, 
And  lose  their  lustre  in  mine  eyes. 

Content,  obscure  I  pass  my  days, 

To  all  I  meet  unknown, 

And  wait  till  thou  thy  child  shalt  raise, 

And  seat  me  near  thy  throne: 
No  name,  no  honors  here   I  crave, 
Well  pleas'd  with  those  beyond  the  grave. 

Jesus,  my  elder  brother,  lives 

With  him  I  tco  shall  reign; 

Nor  sin,  nor  death,  while  he  survives, 

Shall  make  the  promise  vain: 
In  him  my  title  stands  secure, 
And  shall,  while  endless  years  endure. 

When  lie  in  robes  divinely  bright. 
Shall  once  again  appear, 
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Thou  too,  my  soul,  shalt  shine  in  light, 

And  his  full  image  bear: 
Enough!— I  wait  th'  appointed  day, 
Bless'd  Savior,  haste,  and  come  away. 


206.     C.  M. 

Abba,  Father,  Gal.  iv,  6. 

1  SOV'REIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim;  : 

Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father  God!  how  sweet  the  sound* 

How  tender  and  how  dear! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heaven 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart; 
And  shew;  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 


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Cheerd  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwavering  I  believe; 

And,  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry. 
Norcanthe  si&n  deceive. 


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2or.    L.  M. 

As  thy  days,  so  shall  thy  strength  be,  Deut. 
xxxiii,  25. 

1  AFFLICTED  saint  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Savior's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  bo. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day. 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  rlee; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


A 


Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be, 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Of  sore  afflictions,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue;, 
He  comes  to  set  thy  Spirit  free, 

And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


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209.     C.  M. 
My  grace  is  sufficient  for  thee,  2   Cor.    xii,  9. 

1  KIND  are  the  words  that  Jesus  speaks 

To  cheer  the  drooping  saint; 
"My  grace  sufficient  is  for  you, 
"Tho'  nature's  powers  may  faint. 

2  "My  grace  its  glories  shall  display, 

"And  make  your  griefs  remove; 

"Your  weakness  shall  the  triumph  tell 

"Of  boundless  power  and  love." 

3  What  tho'  my  griefs  are  not  remov'd, 

Yet  why  should  I  despair? 
While  my  kind  Savior's  arms  support, 
I  can  the  burden  bear 

4  Jesus,  my  Savior,  and  my  Lord, 

'Tis  good  to  trust  thy  name 
Thy  power,  thy  faithfulness,  and  love 
Will  ever  be  the  same. 

5  Weak  as  I  am,  yet  thro'  thy  grace 

I  all  things. can  perform; 
And  smiling  triumph  in  thy  name, 
Amid  the  raging  storm. 


210.    P.  M. 

The  dying  Christian  to  his  soul. 

1  VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame, 


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Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
Oh!  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife: 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark!  they  whisper*  angels  say, 
"Sister  spirit,  come  away;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me, my  soul,  can  this  be  death! 

S  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears, 
Heaven  opens  to  my  eyes,  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring; 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount,  I  fly, 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 


210.  CM. 
Death  instructive^   Job  i,  20,  21. 

1  OUR  hearts  are  fastcn'd  to  this  world, 
*-     By  strong  and  endless  ties; 

And  every  sorrow  cuts  a  string 
And  urges  us  to  rise. 

2  When  God  would  kindly  set  us  free, 

And  earth's  enchantment  end: 
He  takes  the  most  effectual  means 
And  robs  us  of  &J'riend. 

S  Since  vain  all  here,  all    future  vast, 
Embrace  the  lot  assign'd: 

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Heaven  wounds  to  heal;  its  frowns  are  friends, 
Its  strokes  severe,  most  kind. 

4  To  final  good  the  worst  events, 

Thro*  secret  channels  run; 
Finish  for  saints  their  destin'd  course, 
As  'twas  for  saints  begun. 

5  O!  for  that  summit  of  my  wish, 

Whilst  here  I  draw  my  breath, 
The  promise  of  eternal  life, 
A  glorious  smile  in  death. 


212.     C.  M. 
On  the  death  of  a  friend,  1  Thes.  iv,  13,  14. 

1  WHILE  to  the  grave  our  friends  are  borne, 

Around  their  cold  remains 
How  all  the  tender  passions  mourn, 
And  each  fond  heart  complains! 

2  But  down  to  earth,  alas!  in  vain 

We  bend  our  weeping  eyes; 
Ah!  let  us  leave  these  seats  of  pain, 
And  upwards  learn  to  rise.  * 

3  Hope,  cheerful,  smiles  amid  the  gloom, 

And  beams  a  healing  ray, 
And  guides  us  from  the  darksome  tomb 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Jesus  who  left  his  blest  abode, 

(Amazing  grace!)  to  die, 
Mark'd,  when  he  rose,  the  shining  road 
To  his  bright  courts  on  high;. 


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5  Then  let  our  hearts  repine  no  more 
That  earthly  comfort  dies, 
But  lasting  happiness  explore, 
And  ask  it  from  the  skies. 


213,  L.  M. 
Mortality,  Job  vii,  8;  lSam.  xi,  6. 

1  SOV'REIGN  of  life,  before  thine  eye, 
Lo!  mortal  men  by  thousands  die: 

One  glance  from  thee,  at  once  brings  down 
The  proudest  brow  that  wears  a  crown. 

2  Banish'dat  once  from  human  sight, 
To  the  dark  grave's  unchanging  night, 
Imprison'd  in  that  dusty  bed, 

We  hide  our  solitary  head. 

3  The  friendly  band  no  more  shall  greet, 
Accents  familiar  once,  and  sweet; 

No  more  the  well-known  features  tracer 
Ko  more  renew  the  fond  embrace. 

4  Yet  if  our  Father's  faithful  hand 
Conduct  us  thro'  this  gloomy  land, 
Our  souls  with  pleasure  shall  obey, 
And  follow  where  he  leads  the  way. 

5  He,  nobler  friends  than  here  we  leave:, 
In  brighter,  surer  worlds  can  give; 
Or,  by  the  beamings  of  his  eye, 

A  lost  creation  well  supply. 


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213.  C.  M. 

Death  and  Eterniti/,  Job  xiv,  \0. 

1  MY  thoughts,  that  often  mount  the  skies, 

Go,  search  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature   all  ki  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  sov'reign,  Death. 

2  The  tyrant,  how  he  triumphs  here! 

His  trophies  spread  around! 
And  heaps  of  dust  and  bones  appear 
Thro'  all  the  hollow  ground. 

3  But  where  the  souls,  those  deathless  things, 

That  left  their  dying  clay? 
My  thoughts  now  stretch  out  all  your  wings, 
And  trace — Eternity! 

4  O  that  unfathomable  sea! 

Those  deeps  without  a  shore! 
Where  living  waters  gently  play, 
Or  fiery  billows  roar. 

5  Thus  must  we  leave  the  banks  of  life, 

And  try  this  doubtful  sea; 
Vain  are  our  groans  and  dying  strife 
To  gain  a  moment's  stay. 

6  There  we  shall  swim  in  heavenly  bliss, 

Or  sink  in  miming  waves, 
While  the  pale  carcass  thoughtless  lies, 
Amongst  the  silent  graves. 

7  Thus  shall  our  mouldering  members  teach 

What  now  our  senses  learn; 
For  dust  and  ashes  loudly  preach 
Man's  infinite  concern. 


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215.  C.  M. 
Death  rendered  harmless,   I  Cor.  xv,  56,  57. 
t  DEATH!  'tis  a  name  with  terror  fraught; 
It  rends  the  guilty  heart, 
When  conscience  wakes  remorseful  tho't, 
With  agonizing  smart. 

\  Dear  Savior,  thy  victorious  love 
Can  all  his  force  control, 
Can  bid  the  pangs  of  guilt  remove, 
And  cheer  the  trembling  soul. 

Victorious  love!  thy  wondrous  power, 
From  sin  and  death  can  raise; 

Can  gild  the  dark  departing  hour, 
And  tune  its  groans  to  praise. 

I  Then  shall  the  joyful  spirit  soar 
To  life  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  gloomy  death  can  frown  no  more* 
And  guilt  and  terror  dies. 


215.     P.  M. 

Hafifiy  death  of  a  believer,  Rev.  xiv,  15) 

1  HOW  blest  is  our  Brother,*  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind-! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  hath  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind; 
Of  evil  incapable  thou, 
Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see! 
No  longer  in  misery  now, 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

*  Or  sister. 


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2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain: 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again: 

No  anger  henceforward,  or  shame, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay, 
Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  has  vanish'd  away. 

3  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er; 
This  quiet  immovable  breast 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more; 
This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble,  and  torturing  pain; 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

4  The  lids  that  he  seldom  could  close, 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Now  seal'd  in  a  blessed  repose, 
Shall  open,  but— never  to  weep; 
These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 
These  hollows  from  water  are  free; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes^ 
And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

5  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 
While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death: 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 
O  might  I  this  moment  become, 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb. 


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216.     C.  M. 
At  the  funeral  of  a  young  person. 

1  WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
OuVhearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power,-!  too  must  die,- 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more: 

Behold  the  gaping  tomo. 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  houi, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey;   > 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save. 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  powei, 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 


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218.     L.  M. 
Hofie  in  the  resurrection. 

1  UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Break  from  the  throne,  illustrious  morn, 
Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word, 
Restore  thy  trust,  a  glorious  form, 
She*  must  ascend  to  meet  her  Lord. 

S  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 
Invade  thy  bounds;  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  lovely  sleeper  here, 
And  angels  watch  hei'i  soft  repose. 

4  So  Jesus  slept,  God's  dying  Son, 

Past  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the  bed; 
Rest  here,  dear  saint,  till  from  his  throner 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the  shade. 


219.     CM. 

Surely  the  bitterness  of  death  is  passed,  I  Sann 

xv,  32. 
1  WHEN  bending  o'er  the  brink  of  life, 

My  trembling  soul  shall  stand  ; 
Waiting  to  pass  death's  awful  Hood, 

Great  God,  at  thy  command  ! 

3  When  weeping  friends  surround  my  bed-: 
And  close   my  sightless  eyes  ; 

*9r  We.  fOr  his. 


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When  thattcr'd  by  the  weight  of  year^ 
This  broken  body  lies — 

3  When  cv'ry  long-lov'd  scene  of  life 
Stands  ready  to  depart; 

When  the  last  sigh  that  shakes  the  frame 
Shall   rend  this  bursting-  heart. — > 

4  O,  thou  great  Source  of  joy  supreme,, 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save, 

Dispel  the  darkness  that  surrounds 
The  entrance  to  the  gravel 

5  Lay  thy  supporting  gentle  hand 
Beneath  my  sinking  head; 

And  with  a  ray  of  love  divine. 
Illume  my  dying  bed! 

6  Leaning  on  thy  dear  faithful  breast 
May  I  resign  my  breath! 

A i.d,  in  thy  fond  embraces,  lose 
'The  bitterness  of  death!" 


220.     C.  M. 
Hafifty  death  of  the  righteous.  Psalm  xvi,  15.. 

1  THE  righteous  souls  that  take  their  flight 

Far  from  this  world  of  pain, 
In  God's  paternal  bosom  blest 
For  ever  shall  remain. 

2  To  minds  unwise  they  seem  to  die+ 

All  joyful  hopes  to  cease; 
Yet  they,  secur'd  by  Jesus,  live 
\m  everlasting  peace. 
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3  And  at  the  great,  the  awful  clay, 

When  Christ  descends  from  high, 
With  myriads  of  triumphant  saints, 
He'll  own  them  in  the  sky. 

4  Then  he,  their  Judge,  their  mighty  Lord', 

Displays  redeeming  grace, 
And  calls  them  ever  to  behold 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 


220.  P.  M. 
Falling  asleep  in  Jesus,   John  xi,  11, 

1  COME,  death-— releas'd  from  dread, 
Thy  form  wouid  I  survey, 

And  sing  his  glorious  name 
Who  took  thy  sting  away: 

CHORUS. 

Cheerful  I'll  close  my  dying  eyes, 
And  sleep  till  Jesus  bid  me  rise. 

2  'Twas  Jesus,  prince  of  life, 
Enter'd  thy  dark  domains; 
He  slept  in  thy  embrace, 
But  broke  thy  iron  chains. 

3  Though  rough  the  path  appear, 
And  toils  the  ciay  employ, 
The  evening  shades  come  on, 
The  time  of  rest  is  nigh. 

4  This  garment  of  the  flesh 
My  soul  shall  soon  fay  down". 


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And  wing-  her  joyful  way 
To  bow  before  the  throne. 

5  My  peaceful  grave  shall  keep 
My  bones  till  that  sweet  clay; 
Then  wake  from  my  long  sleep, 
And  leave  my  bed  of  clay. 

6  Then  welcome  harmless  grave, 
By  thee  to  heaven  I'll  go, 
Immanuel's  death  shall  save 
My  all  from  hell  below. 

221.  C.  M. 

The   blessed   death    of   the  righteous.    Numb, 
xxiii,  10. 

1  WITH  what  a  fix'd  and  peaceful  mind 

The  righteous   man  expires! 
Behold  him  breathing  out  his  soul 
In  hopes  and  blest  desires! 

2  Eternal  glory  now  begins 

To  draw  upon  his  eyes, 
And  Jesus  animates  his  song, 
While  languishing  he  lies. 

3  No  sins  or  fears  disturb  his  soul, 

Nor  terror  from  below; 
No  worldly  glory  stops  his  flight, 
Or  makes  him  loth  to  go. 

4  Bright  hosts  of  angels  round  his  bed 

With  holy  ardor  stand; 
Ready  to  bear  aloft  his  soul 
At  Jesus'  high  command. 


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5  O  how  this  bright,  this  blessed  hope, 
.My  longing  spirit  warms! 
O  let  me  live  and  die  like  him, 
Enclos'd  in  Jesus  arms. 


223.  C.  M. 
Death  solemn  and  unforeseen^    Psalm    ciii,  16. 

1  DEATH!  what  a  solemn  word  to  all! 

What  mortal  things  are  men! 
We  just  arise— .and  soon  we  fall, 
To  mix  with  earth  again. 

2  'Twas  sin  that  brought  in  all  our  wo, 

And  gave  to  death  his  power; 
Hence  all  our  painful  sorrows  flow, 
Till  life's  departing  hour. 

53  'Tis  God  that  fixes  each  event 
Of  varying  life  or  death; 
By  him  revolving  years  are  lent. 
Or  he  arrests  our  breath. 

4  Thankful  we  own  thy  goodness  past, 

Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all: 
Watching  may  each  be  found  at  last, 
To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  call. 

5  Oh!  fit    us  for  thy  sovereign  will, 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  impart; 
Help  us  thy  pleasure  to  fulfil, 
And  yield  thee  all  our  heart. 


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223.     L.  M. 
Death  a fi fir o aching,  Psalm  xc,  12. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  nor  slumbering  lie 
Amid  the  gloomy  haunts  of  death; 
Perhaps  the  destin'd  hour  is  nigh, 
Commission^  for  thy  parting  breath. 

2  That  awful  hour  will  soon  appear, 
Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies, 
When  all  that  pains  or  pleases  here, 
Will  vanish  from  my  closing  eyes. 

3  Death  calls  my  friends,  my  neighbors  hence. 
And  none  resist  the  fatal  dart: 
Continual  warnings  strike  my  sense, 

And  shall  they  fail  to  reach  my  heart? 

4  Lord  of  my  life,  inspire  my  heart 
With  heavenly  ardor,  grace  divine; 
Nor  let  thy  presence  e'er  depart, 

For  strength,  and  life,  and  death  art  thine. 

5  O  teach  me  the  celestial  skill, 
Each  awful  warning  to  improve; 

And  while  my  days  are  short'ning  still,, 
Prepare  me  for  the  joys  above. 


224.     L.  M. 
The  fears  of  death  overcome,  Heb.  xi,  15  = 

I  CANNOT  shun  the  stroke  of  death, 
Lord,  help  me  to  surmount  the  year; 
That  when  I  must  resign  my  breath, 
Serene  my  summons  I  may  hear. 
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2  'Tis  sin  gives  venom  to  the  dart, 
In  me  let  every  sin  be  slain; 
From  secret  faults,  Lord  cleanse  my  heart, 
From  wilful  sins  my  hands  restrain. 

S  May  I,  my  God,  with  holy  zeal, 
Closely  the  ends  of  life  pursue, 
Seek  thy  whole  pleasure  to  fulfil, 
And  honor  thee  in  all  I  do. 

4  On  Jesus  would  I  fix  my  eyes, 

Once  dead,  but  now  enthron'd  on  high; 
Glorious  I  hope  with  him  to  rise, 
Why  fear  I,  then,  with  him  to  die? 

5  Oh!  for  a  heart  that  soars  above, 
And  scorns  the  trifles  here  below: 
A  heart  well  warm'd  with  holy  love, 
But  dead  to  sense  and  outward  show. 

6  Let  all  my  bliss  and  treasure  lie, 
Where  in  Thy  light  I  light  shall  see: 
The  soul  may  freely  dare  to  die, 
That  longs  to  be  possess'd  of  thee. 

7  Say,  thou  art  mine;  and  chase  the  gloom 
Thick  hanging  o'er  the  vale  of  death; 
Then  shall  I,  fearless,  meet  my  doom, 
And  as  a  victor  yield  my  breath., 


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227.     L.  M. 

Christ's  resurrection  a  pledge  of  outfi, 

1  WHEN  I  the  holy  grave  survey, 
Wiiere  once  my  Savior  deign'd  to  he; 
I  see  fulfill'd  what  prophets  say, 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death: 
Sweet  pledge,  that  all  who  trust  his  name 
Shall  rise,  and  draw  immortal  breath! 

3  [Our  surety,  freed,  declares  us  free, 
For  whose  offences  he  wasseiz'd: 
In  his  release  our  own  we  see, 

And  shout  to  view  Jehovah  pleas'd.J 

4  Jesus,  once  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more; 
And  ever  lives,  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

5  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul,  behold; 
See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears'. 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  an  harp  of  gold, 
To  crown  thy  joy  when  he  appears. 

6  Tho*  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,   thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 


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226.   C.  Mi 
Victory  over  Death)  1  Cor.  xv,  5f . 

1  WHEN  death  appears  before  my  sight, 

In  all  his  dire  array, 
Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 
My  courage  dies  away. 

2  But  see  my  glorious  Leader  nigh! 

My  Lord,  my  Savior  lives: 
Before  him  death's  pale  terrors  fly, 
And  my  faint  heart  revives. 

3  He  left  his  dazzling  throne  above, 

To  meet  the  tyrant's  dart; 
And  O  amazing  pow'r  of  love! 
Receiv'd  it  in  his  heart! 

4  O  for  the  eye  of  faith  divine 

To  pierce  beyond  the  grave! 
To  see  that  friend,  and  call  him  mine, 
Whose  arm  is  strong  to  save. 

PART  SECOND. 

5  Lord  I  commit  my  soul  to  thee — 

Accept  the  sacred  trust; 
Receive  this  nobler  part  of  me, 
And  watch  my  sleeping  dust; 

6  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  cloth'd  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies; 

7  When  thy  triumphant  armies  sing 

The  honors  of  thy  name; 


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And  heavVs  eternal  arches  ring 
With  glory  to  the  Lamb: 

O  let  me  join  the  raptur'd  lays, 

And  with  the  blissful  throng, 
Resound  salvation,  pow'r,  and  praise, 
In  everlasting  song. 


228.    C.  M. 
Resurrection  of  the  body,  1  Thes.  iv,  16,  17. 

1  SEE  the  Captain  of  salvation, 

Leads  his  armies  up  the  sky: 
Rise  above  the  conflagration, 

Leave  the  world  to  burn  and  die. 

2  Lo!  I  see  the  fair  immortals 

Enter  to  the  blissful  seats; 
Glow  opens  wide  her  portals, 
And  the  Savior's  train  admits-. 

3  All  the  chosen  of  the  Father, 

All  for  whom  the  Lamb  was  slam;, 
All  the  church  appear  together, 
Wash'd  from  ev'ry  sinful  stain. 

[4  There  is  found  no  vacant  station, 
Nor  a  single  throne  unfill'd; 
AH  enjoy  the  same  salvation, 

Whom  he  lov'd,  and  bought,  and  seal'cLj 

5  His  dear  smiles  the  place  enlighten, 
More  than  thousand  suns  could  do; 
All  around  his  presence  brighten, 
Changeless  yet  for  ever  new. 


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6  Countless  millions,  sons  of  heaven, 

Praise  the  Triune  Deity: 
Hymns  of  worship  and  thanksgiving 
Echo  thro'  immensity. 

7  Blessed  state!  beyond  conception! 

Who  its  vast  delights  can  tell? 
May  it  be  my  blissful  portion, 
With  my  Savior  there  to  dwell! 


227.     P.  M. 
Judgment,  1  Thes.  iv,  16,  17. 

1  BEHOLD!  the  awful  day  comes  on, 
When  Jesus  on  his  righteous  throne, 

Shall  in  the  clouds  appear; 
With  solemn  pomp  shall  bow  the  sky, 
And  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye, 

Arraign  us  at  his  bar. 

2  But  first  th*  archangel's  trump  shall  blow, 
Ourscatter'd  dust  its  voice  shall  know, 

And  quicken  at  the  sound; 
The  sea  shall  then  give  up  her  dead, 
And  nations,  starting  from  their  bed, 

Shall  cleave  the  opening  ground. 

3  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  awake, 
The  faithful  few,  who,  for  his  sake, 

On  earth  were  justified: 
Guarded  by  a  seraphic  band, 
Aloft  they  mount  to  his  right  hand, 

In  whom  they  liv'd  and  died. 


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1  See  next  the  guilty  crowd  arise, 
Beholding,  with  reluctant  eyes, 

The  glories  of  the  Lamb; 
While  taunting  fiends  impatient  wait, 
To  hurl  them  from  the  judgment  seat, 
To  hell's  eternal  flame. 

5  But  O!  thou  Savior  of  mankind, 
Display  thy  power,  and  to  the  blind 

Effectual  light  afford; 
Snatch  them  from  unbelief  and  sin, 
And  now  compel  them  to  come  in, 

And  tremble  at  thy  word. 


229.    L.  M. 

Circumstances   of  the  judgment-day ,    2-  Peter 
ill,  11,  12. 

1  MY  waken'd  soul  extend  thy  wings 
Beyond  the  verge  of  mortal  things: 
See  this  vain  world  in  smoke  decay, 
And  rocks  and  mountains  melt  away. 

2  Behold  the  fi'ry  deluge  roll 

Thro'  heaven's  wide  arch,  from  pole  topolf. 
Pale  sun,  no  more  thy  lustre  boast; 
Tremble,  and  fall,  ye  starry  host. 

3  Children  of  Adam,  all  appear 
Around  the  awful  Judge's  bar; 
For,  as  his  lips  pronounce,  ye  go 
To  endless  bliss,  or  endless  wo. 


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4  Lord,  to  mine  eyes  this  scene  display, 
Frequent  thro'  each  revolving  day, 
And  let  thy  grace  my  soul  prepare, 
To  meet  its  full  redemption  there? 


231.     P.M. 

The  last  judgment.  Rev.  i,  7;  vi,  14. 

I,(LO  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favor'd  sinners  slain! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the- triumph  of  his  train: 
Hallelujah! 
Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty! 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him: 
Pierc'd  and  naiPd  him  to  the  tree, 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see! 

£  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  afid  earth  shall  flee  away; 
AH  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day: 
"Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment!  come-away." 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear! 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  aiiv 
Hallelujah! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear! 


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5  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  spirit, 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom! 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  t'  inherit, 

Take  thy  pining  exiles  home. 
All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  thee  come. 

6  Yea,  amenl  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne! 
Savior,  take  the  power  and  glory; 

Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own! 
O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah!  come,  Lord,  come! 

232.  P.  M. 

The  day  of  judgment,    Matt,  xxiv,  29,  31  j 
xxv,  34. 

1  LO!  He  cometh!  countless  trumpets 

Blow  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead; 
'Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 

See  their  great  exalted  head! 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome  Son  of  God. 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Thro'  the  eternal  deep  resounds; 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints^ 

Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds; 
They  who  pierc'd  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance,  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

"     Saints,  behold  the  Judge  appear! 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  Jumj 
19 


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Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear: 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome  Judge  divine. 

4  "Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

"Enter  into  life  and  joy; 
"Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows, 

"Endless  praise  be  your  employ.' 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Now,  at  once,  they  rise  to  glory* 

Jesus  brings  them  to  the  King; 
There  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

They  eternal  anthems  sing: 
Hallelujah, 
Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 


233.    L.  8c  P.  M. 

The  last  judgment^  Rev.  xi,  15 — 19. 

1  HE  comes!  he  comes!  the  Judge  severe! 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near; 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll; 
He's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul; 

Welcome,  welcome- 

1  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd; 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace* 
And  glory  decks  the  Savior's  face; 

Glory,  glory- 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 
He  claims  the  kingdom  for  his  own; 


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The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
All  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord; 

Hail  him,  hail  him*— 

4  Shout,  all  ye  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High; 
Our  God  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever,  and  for  ever  reigns; 

Ever,  ever—. 

£  The  Father  praise,  the  Son  adore, 
The  Spirit  bless  for  evermore; 
Salvation's  glorious  work  is  done; 
We  welcome  thee,  great  Three-in-one; 

Welcome,  welcome^ 


234.     P.  M, 

The  day  of  judgment,  a  day  of  wonders,  1  Thes, 
iv,  16;  Rev.  xx,  11. 

1  DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 

Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round! 
How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine! 
You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine!" 
Gracious  Savior, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine! 


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3  At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life,  from  earth  and  sea: 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 

By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee: 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Gome  near,  ye  blessed, 

See  the  kingdom  I  bestow! 
You,  for  ever, 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

5  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 

May  this  thought  our  courage  raise! 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 

Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise: 
We  shall  triumph, 
When  the  world  is  in  a  blaze. 


235.  L.  M. 
The  books  opened,  Rev.  xx,  12. 

1  BEHOLD!  the  last  great  day  is  come; 
Methinks  I  hear  the  trumpet's  sound, 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  prisoners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command; 
Both  small  and  great  now  their  quit  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand! 


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3  Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 
Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men; 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made* 
As  wrote  by  heaven's  unerring  pen. 

4  To  every  soul  the  books  assign 
The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward; 
Sinners,  in  vain,  lament  and  pine, 
No  pleas  the  Judge  will  here  regard, 

5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold$ 
May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve: 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enroll'd, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


236.     P.  M. 

The  terrors  of  the  last  day. 

i  WHEN  the  fierce  north-wind,  with  his  airy 
forces, 
Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury; 
And   the  red  lightning,  with  a  stqrmof  hail 
comes 

Flushing  amain  clown, 

%    rlow   the    poor  sailors    stand   amazsd    anc} 
tremble! 
While    the   hoarse    thunder,  like    a  bloody 

trumpet, 
Roars  a  lpud  onset  to  the  gaping  waters, 

Quick  to  devour  thenv 

3  Such  shaU  the  noise  be,  and  the  wild  disorder, 
(If  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  cavthjYj 

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Such  the  dire  terror,  when  the  great  arch- 
angel 

Shakes  the  creation; 

4  Tears  the  strong  pillars  of  the  vault  of  heav'n, 

Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes; 

See  the  graves  open,  and  the  bones  arising, 

Flames  all  around  them! 

5Hark  the  shrill  outcries  of  the  guilty  wretches! 
Lively  bright  horror,  and  amazing  anguish 
Stare  through  their  eyelids,  while  the  living 
worm  lies 

Gnawing  within  them. 

6  Thoughts,  like  old  vultures,  prey  upon  their 

heart-strings 

And  the  smart  twinges,   where  the  eye  be- 
holds the 

Lofty  Judge  frowning,  and  a  flood  of  ven* 
gcance 

Rolling  before  him. 

7  Hopeless  immortals!  how  they  scream  and 

shiver, 
While   devils  push   them   to  the   pit  wide 

yawning, 
Hideous  and  gloomy,  to  receive  them  head* 

long 

Down  to  the  centre! 

8  Stop  here,  my  fancy:  (all  away,  ye  horrid, 
Doleful  ideas)  come,  arise  to  Jesus; 

How  he  sits  God-like!  and  the  saints  around 
him 

Thron'd:  yet  adoring! 


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9  O  may  I  sit  there,  when  he  comes  trium- 
phant, 
Dooming  the  nations!  then  ascend  to  glory, 
While  our  hosannas,  all  along  the  passage, 
Shout  the  Redeemer! 


237.  C*  M. 

Rebels   appearing  in  judgment,    Luke 
xix,  27. 

1  HE  comes,  the  royal  Conqueror  comes! 

His  legions  fill  the  sky; 
Angelic  trumpets  rend  the  tombs, 
And  loud  proclaim  him  nigh. 

2  Ye  rebel  hosts,  how  vain  your  rage 

Against  this  sovereign  lord! 
What  madness  urges  to  engage 
The  terror  of  his  sword? 

3  "Bring  forth  (he  cries)  those  sons  of  pride, 

"That  scorn'd  my  gentle  sway, 
"To  prove  the  arm  they  once  defy'd 
"Omnipotent  to  slay.'* 

4  Tremendous  scene  of  wrath  divine! 

How  wide  the  vengeance  spreads! 
His  pointed  darts  of  lightning  shine 
Round  their  defenceless  heads. 

5  Wow  let  the  rebels  seek  that  face, 

From  which  they  cannot  flee; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  adore  the  grace, 
That  sweetly  conquer'd  thee. 


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238.     P.  M. 

Longing  for  a  place  at  the  right  hand  of  the 
Judge. 

1  WHEN  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shalt  come 
To  fetch  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Tho*  vilest  of  them  all; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought! 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call! 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day: 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear; 

Nor  let  me  fall  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  tfe'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face; 
Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  rins^ 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace* 


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239.  L.  M. 
Hell,  Mark  ix,  44— 48. 

1  HELL!  'tis  a  word  of  dreadful  sound: 
It  chills  the  heart,  and  shocks  the   ear: 
It  spreads  a  sickly  damp  around, 
And  makes  the  guilty  quake  with  fear. 

2  Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day, 
In  frightful  gloom  the  region  lies: 
Fierce  flames  amidst  the  darkness  play, 
And  thick  sulphureous  vapors  rise. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 
With  constant  torture  gnaws  the  heart; 
And  wo  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Inflame  the  wounds,  increase  the  smart. 

4  Fierce  fiends  insulting  stand  around, 
Upbraid  with  guilt,  and  feed  the  flames: 
From  every  quarter  groans  resound, 
Despairing  shrieks  and  hideous  screams. 

5  Sad  world  of  wo!  what  heart  can  bear, 
Hopeless,  in  all  these  pangs  to  lie! 
Rack'd  with  vexation,  grief,  despair, 
And  ever  dying,  ne'er  to  die? 

6  Lord,  that  I  may  these  horrors  shun, 
Now  let  me  mine  offences  mourn: 
Seek  pardon  thro'  thy  bleeding  Son, 
And  to  my  God  repenting  turn. 


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240.     S.  M. 

The  Jinal  sentence,  and  misery  of  the  wicked. 
Matt,  xxv,  41. 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend? 
And  must  the  dead  arise? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 
Shall  such  a  sentence  sound? 

And  thro'  the  millions  of  the  damn'd, 
Spread  black  despair  around? 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 
"To  everlasting  flame, 

"For  rebel  angels  first  prepar'd, 
"Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
Astonish'd  shrink  away? 

5  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  gentle  voice. 
What  joyful  tidings  spread! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 


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So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Savior  bled; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 


241.     C.  M. 

The  firomised  land. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight! 
Sweet  fields  array 'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight! 

3  There  generous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow: 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vales, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day: 
Then  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns. 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds,  or  poisonous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore: 
Sickness,  and  sorrow,  pain,  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  for  ever  blest? 


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When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest?, 

7  Fill'd  with  delight  my  raptur'd  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay: 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


242.     C.  M. 
The  heavenly  Jerusalem,  Rev.  xxi. 

1  JERUSALEM!  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee?  t 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold: 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold. 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend; 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  have  no  end? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know: 
Blest  seats!  thro'  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 


Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo: 

Or  feel  at  death,  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 


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6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Savior  stand; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem!  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


243.  C.  M. 
The  joys  of  heaven.  Ps.  xxi,  11. 

\  COME  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 
Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Sorrow,  and  pain,  and  every  care, 

And  discord  there  shall  cease; 
And  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere 
Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 

3  The  soul,  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more; 
But,  cloth'd  in  spotless  purity,  ' 

Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There  on  a  throne  (how  dazzling  bright) 

Th*  exalted  Savior  shines; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds. 

There  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Join  in  immortal  songs; 
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And  endless  honors  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and  love, 
Our  feeble  notes  inspire; 
'Till,  in  thy  blissful  courts  above, 
We  join  the  angelic  choir. 


244.     C.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  salvation  as  near,  Rom.  xiii,  11. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  raise  your  voices  high; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love. 
That  shews  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flics, 

Each  moment  brings  it  near; 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day, 
And  each  revolving  year! 

3  Not  many  years  their  round  shall  run, 

Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  rcveaPd 
To  cur  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  da  v. 


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245.     L.  M. 
Salvation  and  exulting  joy,  Rom    x,  6 — S. 

1  AND  is  salvation  brought  so  near, 
Where  sinful  men  expiring  He? 
Exult,  my  soul,  the  sound  to  hear, 
And  shout  it  joyous  to  the  sky. 

2  I  ask  not,  who  to  heaver*  >hall  scale, 
That  Christ  the  Savior  thence  may  come; 
Or  who  earth's  inmost  depths  assail, 

To  bring  him  from  the  dreary  tomb. 

3  From  heaven,  on  wings  of  love,  he  flew, 
And,  Conqueror,  from  the  tomb  he  sprung; 
My  heart  believes  the  witness  true, 

And  dictates  to  my  faithful  tongue. 

4  I  sing  salvation  brought  so  near, 
No  more  on  earth,  expiring,  lie; 
I  teach  the  world  my  joys  to  hear, 
And  shout  them  to  the  echoing  sky. 


216.  L.  M. 

1  AND  is  this  heaven?  and  am  I  there? 
How  short  the  road!  how  swift  the  flight 
I  am  all  life,  ail  eye,  all  ear; 

Jesus  is  here — my  soul's  delight. 

2  Is  this  the  heavenly  friend  who  hung 
In  blood  and  anguish  on  the  tree, 


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Whom  Paul  proclaimed,  whom  David  sung, 
Who  dy'd  for  them,  who  dy'd  forme? 

3  How  fair,  thou  offspring  of  my  God! 
Thou  first-born  image  of  his  face! 
Thy  death  procur'd  this  bless'd  abode, 
Thy  vital  beams  adorn  the  place. 

4  Lo!  he  presents  me  at  the  throne 

All  spotless;  there  the  godhead  reigns 
Sublime  and  peaceful  through  the  Son: 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  strains. 


247.    L.  M. 
Mmfiloymtnt  of  saints  in  heaven,  Rev.  xvi,  1--5. 

1  ON  Zion's  glorious  summit  stood, 

A  num'rous  host  redeem'd  by  blood; 
They  hymn'd  their  King  in  strains  divine, 
I  heard  the  song  and  strove  to  join. 

2  Here  all  who  suffer'd  sword  or  flame 
For  truth,  or  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
Shout  vict'ry  now,  and  hail  the  Lamb, 
And  bow  before  the  great  1  Am. 

3  While  everlasting  ages  roll, 
Eternal  love  shall  feast  their  soul; 
And  scenes  of  bliss  forever  new, 
Rise  in  succession  to  their  view. 

4  Here  Mary  and  Manasseh  view, 
The  dying  thief,  and  Abraham  too; 
With  equal  love  their  spirits  flame, 
The  same  their  joy,  their  song  the  same. 


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5  O  sweet  employ  to  sing  and  trace 

TV  amazing  height*  and  dephts  of  grace; 
And  spend  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
A  blissful,  vast  eternity. 

6  O  what  a  sweet  exalted  song, 
When  ev'ry  tribe,  and  every  tongue, 
Redeem'd  by  blood,  with  Christ  appear, 
And  join  in  one  full  chorus  there! 

?  My  soul  anticipates  the  day — ■ 

Would  stretch  her  wings  and  soar  away, 
To  aid  the  song,  and  palm  to  bear, 
And  bow  the  chief  of  sinners  there. 


248.     L.  M- 
The  warship,  of  heaven^  John  xvii,  24. 

1  O  FOR  a  sweet  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 

From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall; 

And  with  delightful  worship  own 

His  smile,  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all, 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Thro'  all  th*  assemblies  of  the  skies, 

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4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 
To  boundless  rapture  while  they  gaze; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  favorites  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir; 
O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire! 

6  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  spirit  seal 
Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place; 
'Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 


249.     C.  M. 
The  everlasting  song. 

1  EARTH  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long; 

'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  Man,  my  Savior  sits; 

The  God,  how  bright  he  shines! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plain?. 
With  an  immortal  sound. 


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4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs^- 
Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing: 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

PAUSE. 

[Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 
Of  time  and  space  they  run; 

And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 
The  godhead  of  the  Son! 

G  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune* 
And  gentler  notes  thoy  play; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

7  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  man! 

(The  God  resides  within:) 
His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain, 
His  soul  without  a  sin. 

8  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide: 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 
The  God  that  lov'd  and  dy'd. 

9  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord: 
Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chant  the  rising  Lord.] 

10  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue,. 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 


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11  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  shall  rise: 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies! 

12  There  ye  that  love  my  Savior  sit: 

There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  your* face. 


250.    P.  M. 

Heavenhj  music. 

WHAT  a  rapturous  song, 
When  the  glorified  throng 

In  the  spirit  of  harmony  join! 
Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 
Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres, 

And  the  burden  is  mercy  divine! 

Hallelujah,  they  cry, 

To  the  king  of  the  sky, 
To  the  great  everlasting  I  Am! 

The  Lamb  that  was  slain 

Now  liveth  again; 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb! 


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PART  III. 

CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE, 

SECT.    1. 

FOR    A    STATE    OF    SERIOUS    CONCERN,   REGEN- 
ERATION, SPIRITUAL  COMFORT,  AND 
HOLY    TRIUMPH. 


251.       C.    M. 

Renewing  grace,  Psalm,  li,  10. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load! 
The  heart,  unchang'd,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 


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O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 


252.     L.  M. 

The  Christian  awakened-— what  must  I  do  to  be 
saved?  Acts  ix,  6. 

1  WITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 
My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries: 

What  shall  I  do  or  whither  flee, 

T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me? 

2  'Till  now  I  saw  no  danger  nigh; 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die; 
Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cry'd. 

3  But  when,  great  God,  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soulofmine, 
Then  I  beheld  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 
In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years! 
Before  thy  pure,  discerning  eye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  arc  my  due; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 


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6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name? 
To  him  I  look  and  humbly  cry, 
"O  save  a  wretch  condemned  to  die!" 


253.     C.  M. 
A  concern  to  be  saved,  Psalm  cxxxix,  23,  24. 

1  IF  I  have  never  yet  begun 

To  tread  the  sacred  road, 
Lord,  teach  my  wandering  feet  the  way 
To  Zion's  blest  abode! 

2  Or,  if  I'm  trav'ling  in  the  path, 

Assist  me  with  thy  strength; 
And  let  me  swift  advances  make, 
And  reach  thy  heaven  at  length. 

3  My  care,  my  hope,  my  first  request 

Are  all  compris'd  in  this, 
To  follow  where  thy  saints  have  led, 
And  then  partake  their  bliss. 


254.     P.  M. 
Sin  'a  hard  service,  Prov.  xiii,  15;  Acts  ix,  5. 

1       SHALL  sin,  that  cruel  foe, 

Still  reign  within  my  breast! 

Shall  sin,  that  source  of  wo, 

Be  welcom'd  as  my  guest! 
Shall  I  its  transient  joys  regard, 
Though  God  declares  its  service  hard! 


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Shall  conscience  sound  alarms? 

And  smite  with  angry  rod! 

Shall  Sinai's  gathering  storms 

Make  known  the  wrath  of  God! 
Yet  sin  prevail,  (their  voices  unheard) 
Though  all  declare  its  service  hard. 

O  Jesus,  heavenly  friend, 

Thy  saving  arm  reveal! 

Then  to  thy  yoke  we'll  bend* 

And  not  one  sin  conceal! 
Thy  cross  shall  bring  its  own  reward, 
Nor  shall  we  find  thy  service  hard. 


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255.  P.  M. 

Ye  must  be  born  again. 

AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  ^^born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  inust  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 
I  no  relief  could  find; 


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This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be.  born  again, 
O'crwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load; 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again* 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare, 
Yet,  when+I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  surik  in  deep  despair. 

But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice    slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise; 
All  hail,  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slainl 
Unnumber'd  millions,  born  again, 

Win  shout  thine  endless  praise. 


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256.     C.  M. 
Shi  confessed  and  deprecated,  Psalm  cxxx,  3. 

1  LORD,  we  are  sinners  in  thy  sight, 

Transgressors  of  thy  laws, 
Nor  dare  we  to  our  innocence 
Presume  to  trust  our  cause. 

2  Thy  curses  thunder  o'er  our  heads, 

And  sound  their  dire  alarms: 
And  where's  the  worm  prcpar'd  to  meet 
Omnipotence  in  arms? 

3  Stretch  forth  thine  hand,  almighty  love, 

Repeat  thy  deeds  of  fame, 
And  snatch  the  brands,  to  ruin  doom'cl 
From  hell's  devouring  flame. 

4  Then  shall  we  in  our  grateful  songs, 

Employ  our  future  days, 
And,  through  a  bless'd  eternity, 
Immortal  anthems  raise. 


257.     L.  M. 
The  sinner  found  wanting,  Dan.  v,  27. 

1   RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye; 
Behold  the  balance  lifted  high; 
There  shall  God's  justice  be  display'd, 
And   there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weigh'd. 


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2  See,  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law, 
Mark,  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw; 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain, 

Thy  works  how  light,  thy  thoughts  how  vain! 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace' these  dreadful  characters; 
"Tekel,  thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 

"And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 

4  Let  sudden  fear  thy   nerves  unbrace, 
Confusion  wild  o'erspread  thy  face; 
Thro'  all  thy  thoughts  let  anguish  roll, 
And  deep  repentance  melt  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail, 
Christ,  in  the  scripture  turns  the  scale; 
Still  doth  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  shew  a  Savior's  righteousness. 

6  Jesus,  exert  thy  power  to  save, 
Deep   in  this  heart  thy  truth  engrave; 
Great  God,  the  load  of  guilt  remove, 
That  trembling  lips  may  sing  thy  love. 


258.     C.  M. 
Longing  for  deliverance,  Exod.  iii,  7-*-9- 

1  OUT  of  the  iron  furnace,  Lord, 
To  thee  for  help  I  cry, 
I  listen  to  thy  warning  word, 
And  would  from  Egypt  fly* 


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2  Long  have  I  bow'd  to  sin's  command) 

But  now  I  would  be  free, 
'Scape  from  the  dire  oppressor's  land. 
And  live.  O  God,  to  thee. 

3  Hast  thou  not  surely  seen  my  grief? 

Hast  thou  not  heard  me  groan? 
O  hasten  then  to  my  relief, 
In  pitying  love  come  down. 


259.     L.  M. 

Confession  and  file  a  of  t  lie  chief of  sinners > 
Job  xi,  4. 

1  THY  judgments,  righteous  God,  are  just; 
Yet  bears  thy  love  with  guilty  dust! 

But  me — such  matchless  crimes  debase, 
Justice  forbids  to  shew  me  grace. 

2  Yes,  my  black  list  of  numerous  stains 
Leaves  me  no  choice-— but  penal  pains! 
Thy  attributes  my  bliss  oppose, 
Mercy  itself  decrees  my  woes! 

3  'Tis  just — thy  glory  claims  it  all! 
These  very  tears  offensive  fall: 

I  own  thy  vengeful  rigors  due — 

Strike,  with  thy  bolts,  this  miscreant  thro'! 

4  Strike!  if  thy  holy,  righteous  eye 
Can  that,  that  single  sin  descry, 


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Which  He,  who  my  whole  debt  did  pay, 
Shed  not  his  blood  to  wash  away.* 


260.     C.  M. 
The  alarmed  sinner's  plea, 

1  IF,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought. 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shall  stand  disclos'^ 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul— . 
O  how  shall  I  appear! 

4  Lord,  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

My  inward  anguish  heal; 
And,  by  my  Savior's  dying  groans, 
Assuage  the  pains  I  feel. 

5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  dy'd 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 

•Translated  from  M.  Des  Bareaux,  who  had  been  one 
cf  the  greatest  Libertines  in  France,  and  was  afterwards  as 
remarkable  a  Penitent, 

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261.     L.  M. 


The  convinced  soul  applying  to  Christ,  Matt, 
xx,  30,  31. 

1  AWAK'D  from  sin's  delusive  sleep, 
My  heavy  guilt  I  feel,  and  weep; 
Beneath  a  weight  of  woes  opprest, 
Jesus,  I  run  to  thee  for  rest. 

2  O!  from  thy  throne  of  bliss  above, 
Send  down  a  look  of  heavenly  love; 
That  balm  shall  sweeten  ail  my  pain, 
And  my  sad  soul  shall  smile  again! 

3  By  thy  divine  transforming  power, 
My  ruin'd  nature  raise,  restore; 
And  let  my  life  and  temper  shine, 
In  fair  conformity  to  thine. 


262.  C.  M. 
Wishing  happiness  in  God,  Psalm  xxvii,  4. 

1  WHEN  fill'd  with  grief,  my  anxious  heart 

To  thee,  my  God  complains, 
Sweet  pleasure  mingles  with  the  smart, 
And  softens  all  my  pains. 

2  Earth  flies  with  all  her  soothing  charms, 

Nor  I  the  loss  deplore, 
No  more,  ye  phantoms,  mock  my  arms, 
Norteaze  my  spirits  more. 


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3  I  languish  for  superior  joy 

To  all  that  earth  bestows; 
For  pleasure  which  can  never  cloy, 
Nor  change,  nor  period  knows. 

4  Still,  must  the^scenes  of  bliss  remain 

Conceal'd  from  mortal  eyes? 

And  must  my  washes  rise  in  vain, 

And  never  reach  the  skies? 

5  My  God,  O  could  I  call  thee  mine) 

Without  a  wavering  fear,  . 

This  would  be  happiness  divine, 

A  heaven  of  pleasure  here! 

6  This  joy  my  wishes  long  to  find, 

To*  this  my  heart  aspires; 
A  bliss  immortal  as  the  mind, 
And  vast  as  its  desires. 


263.     S.  M. 
The  jienitent's  request,  Psalm  xiii,  1 — 3* 

JESUS,  thy  light  impart, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  path; 
I  have  an  unbelieving  hearty 
But  thou  canst  give  me  faith. 

Thy  love  all  power  hath, 
Its  power  in  me  exert; 
And  give  me  living,  active  faith, 
That  purifies  the  heart. 


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Unrivall'd,  reign  within, 
My  only  sovereign  be; 
O  crucify  the  man  of  sin, 
And  form  thyself  in  me. 

Thy  blood's  renewing  might, 
Can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
Can  wash  the  Ethiopean  white, 
And  change  the  leopard's  skin. 

That,  Lord,  can  bring  me  nigh, 
And  wipe  my  sins  away; 
Can  lift  my  abject  soul  on  high. 
And  call  me  into  day. 

Fulfil  thy  gracious  word, 
And  shew  my  guilt  forgiven: 
Bid  me  embrace  my  dying  Lord, 
And  mount  with  him  to  heaven. 


264.  L.  M. 

The  weary  and  heavy  laden,  Matt,  xi,  28,  29. 

;   OH!  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone! 
Oh  that  I  could,  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus' feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  life  at  Jesus'  feet! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find, 
Savior,  if  mine  indeed  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart: 


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3  When  shall  mine  eyes  behold  the  Lamb, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  sec? 
Weary,  O  Lord,  thou  know'st  I  am, 
And  yet  I  cannot  come  to  thee. 

4  Come,  Lcrd  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear, 

My  God,  my  Savior,  come  away. 


265.     L.  M. 

«S 'ufifi Heating— Jesus  thou  son  of  David,   have 
mercy  on  me,  Mark  x,  47. 

1  JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 
Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  gi  eat  salvation; 
See  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  O  send  ine  quick  relief! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  filing, 
But  to  him  who  comfort  gives? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives? 

4  [While  I  view  thee,  wounded,  grieving, 
Breathless  on  the  cursed  tree, 

Fain  I'd  feel  my  heart  believing 
That  thou  suffercst  thus  for  me. 


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5  With  thy  righteousness  and  spirit, 
I  am  more  than  angels  blest; 
Heir  with  thee  all  things  inherit, 
Peace,  and  joy,  and  endless  rest- 

6  Without  thee,  the  world  possessing, 
I  should  be  a  wretch  undone; 

Search  thro*  heaven,  the  land  of  blessing, 
Seeking  good  and  finding  none.] 

7  Hear  then,  blessed  Savior,  hear  me, 
My  soul  cleaveih  to  the  dust; 
Send  the  Comforter  to  cheer  me, 
Lol  in  thee  I  put  my  trust. 

8  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  seal'd, 
Hangs  my  everlasting  all; 

Let  thine  arm  be  now  reveal'd, 
Stay,  O  stay  me,  lest  I  fall! 

9  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 
Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 
"Here's  a  soul  that  perish'd  suing 
"For  the  boasted  Savior's  aidl" 

20  Sav'd — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Thro'  the  shining  realms  above; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptur'd  with  thy  love! 


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266.     L.  M. 

Longing  for  an  interest  in   the  Redeemer;  or* 
venturing  on  the  mercy  of  God,  in  Christ. 

1  GRACIOUS  Lord)  incline  thine  ear, 
My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear; 
Hear  my  never-ceasing  cry, 

Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

2  Wealth  and  honor  I  disdain, 
Earthly  comforts,  Lord  are  vain; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die! 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
Only  ease  me  of  my  guilt; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

4  All  unjioly  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  else  but  sin; 

On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Christ  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
In  thy  grace  alone  I  trust: 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

6  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 
All  who  in  thy  Son  believe; 
Lord,  I  know  thou  canst  not  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

7  Father,  dost  thou  seem  to  frown? 
Let  me  shelter  in  thy  Son; 
Jesus,  to  thine  arms  I  fly, 
Come  and  save  me,  or  1  die. 

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267.  S.    M. 

Confession   and  pardon,    1    John   i,   9;    Pro  v. 
xxxiii,  13. 

1  MY  sorrows  like  a  flood, 
Impatient  of  restraint, 

Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God, 
Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 
Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 

Could  rush  with  violence  unto  sin, 
In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

3  How  often  have  I  stood 
A  rebel  to  the  skies, 

And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchless  grace! 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 

4  O  shall  I  never  feci 

The  meltings  of  thy  love? 
Am  I  of  such  hell-harden'd  steel 
That  mercy  cannot  move? 

5  O'crcome  by  dying  love, 
Here  at  the  cross  I  lie; 

And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die 

6  "Rise,"  says  the  Savior,  "  rise, 
"Behold  my  wounded  veins; 

"Here  flows  a  sacred  crimson  flood, 
"To  wash  away  thy  stains." 

7  See,  God  is  reconcil'd! 
Behold  his  smiling  face! 

ket  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wings, 
And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 


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268.    P.M. 
The  joy  of/iardon'd  sin,  Gen.  xlii,7,  xlv,  1-— 5. 

1  WHEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 
Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd; 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 
Awhile  his  behavior  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sin  to  their  mind; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  husied  to  shew  himself  kind. 

2  Thus,  dragg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came> 
And  laden  with  guilt  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 

At  first,  he  look'd  stern  and  severe; 
What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart! 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 
The  sentence,  "Thou  cursed  dspartl" 

3  But,  Oh!  what  surprise  when  he  spoke; 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face, 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 
O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace; 
"Poor,  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 
"By  thee,  I  was  sold,  and  was  slain, 
"But  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
"And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign." 

4  "I'm  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd* 
"And  crucifi'd  often  afresh; 

"But  let  me,  henceforth,  be  esteem'd 
"Thy.brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh: 
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"My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 
"Thy  wants  iwill  fully  supply; 
"I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
"And  soon  will  1  remove  thee  on  high." 

"Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 
"That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
"The  mercy,  which  now  thou  hast  found, 
"And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 
O,  sinners  the  message  obey! 
No  more  vain  excuses  pretend; 
But  come  without  further  delay, 
To  Jesus,  our  brother  and  friend. 


269.     C.  M. 

And  when  they   had  nothing  to  jiay  he  frankly 
forgave  them  both,  Luke  vii,  42. 

1  MERCY  is  welcome  news  indeed, 

To  those  that  guilty  stand, 
Wretches,  that  feel  what  help  they  need, 
Will  bless  the  helping  hand. 

2  Who  rightly  would  his  alms  dispose, 

Must  give  them  to  the  poor; 
None  but  the  wounded  patient  knows 
The  comforts  of  his  cure. 

5  We  all  have  sinn'd  against  our  God, 
Exception  none  can  boast: 
But  he  that  feels  the  heaviest  load, 
Will  prize  forgiveness  most. 


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4  No  reck'ning  can  we  rightly  keep, 

For  who  the  sums  can  know? 

Some  souls  are  fifty  pieces  deep, 

And  some  five  hundred  owe. 

5  But  let  our  debts  be  what  they  may, 

However  great  or  small: 
As  soon  as  we  have  nought  to  pay, 
Our  Lord  forgives  us  all. 

6  'Tis  perfect  poverty  alone, 

That  sets  the  soul  at  large; 
While  we  can  call  one  mite  our  own, 
We  have  no  full  discharge. 

2ro.  C.  M. 

Filial  submission,  Heb.  xii,  7. 

1  AND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say,  "My  Father,  Godl" 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise! 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom> 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 


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4  «My  Father!" — O  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


271.    C.  M. 

I  will  look  to  the  Lord;  I  will  wait  for  the  God 
of  my  salvation:  my  God  will  hear  me,  Mic.  vii,T. 

1  MY  God,  for  I  can  call  thee  mine, 
My  Father  and  my  friend; 
Am  I  not  thine,  for  ever  thine? 
To  thee  my  groans  ascend. 

2  My  God!— How  pleasing  is  the  sound! 

What  can  I  wish  for  more? 
In  thee,  my  God,  my  soul  has  found 
An  everlasting  store. 

3  My  God,  I  still  repeat  the  cry, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near: 
My  God,  do  thou  my  wants  supply, 
And  manifest  thy  care. 

4  This  word  can  lighten  every  care! 

While  I  can  say, — my  God, 
Fulness  in  poverty  I  share, 
And  satisfying  food. 

$  Eternal  thanks  to  thy  great  name; 
Whose  grace  hath  made  me  thine: 
Nothing  shall  put  my  soul  to  shame 
While  I  can  call  thee  mine. 


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6  Let  grateful  thanks  to  Jesus  rise, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  sacrifice 
Ere  I  could  say, — My  God. 

7  Joyful  in  tribulation  now, 

I  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Of  mercy,  and  of  judgment  too, 
With  cheerful  voice  I  sing. 


272.     C.  M. 
Why  weefiest  thou?  John  xx,  23. 

1  WHY,  O  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou? 

Tell  me  from  whence  arise 
Those  briny  tears  that  often  flow, 
Those  groans  that  pierce  the  skies? 

2  Is  sin  the  cause  of  thy  complaint, 

Or  the  chastising  rod? 
Dost  thou  an  evil  heart  lament, 
And  mourn  an  absent  God? 

3  Lord,  let  me  weep  for  nought  but  sin, 

And  after  none  but  thee; 
And  then,  I  would,  O  that  I  might! 
A  constant  weeper  be! 
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273.  C.  M. 

The  contrite  hearty  Isa.  Ivii,  15. 

1  THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
On  contrite  hearts  bestow; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel; 
If  aught  is  felt  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd 

To  love  thee  if  I  could; 
But  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best:  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive -for  more; 
But  when  I  cry,  "My  strength  renew,' 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer; 
I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

6  O  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken;  break, 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 


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274.  P.    M. 


Fears  removed.    It  is  7,  be  not  afraid.,  John 
vi,  20. 

1  UNCLEAN!  unclean!  and  full  of  sin, 
From  first  to  last,  O  Lord,  I've  been! 

Deceitful  is  my  heart: 
Guilt  presses  down  my  burden'd  soul, 
But  Jesus  can  the  waves  control, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart. 

2  When  first  I  heard  his  word  of  grace, 
Ungratefully  I  hid  my  face, 

Ungratefully  delay'd: 
At  length  his  voice  more  powerful  came, 
"'Tis  I,"  he  cry'd,"I  still  the  same, 

"Thou  need'st  not  be  afraid." 

p  My  heart  was  chang'd,  in  that  same  hour, 
My  soul  confess'd  his  mighty  power, 

Out  flow'd  the  briny  tear: 
I  listen'd  still  to  hear  his  voice, 
Again  he  said,  "In  me  rejoice, 
"'Tis  I,  thou  need'st  not  fear." 

4  "Unworthy  of  thy  love,"  I  cry'd, 
"Freely  I  love,"  he  soon  reply'd, 

"On  me  thy  faith  be  staid: 
"On  me  for  every  thing  depend, 
"I'm  Jesus  still,  the  sinner's  friend, 
"Thou  needst  not  be  afraid." 


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275.     P.  M. 
I  will  trust  and  not  be  afraid,  Isaiah  xii,  1. 

BEGONE,  unbelief, 
My  Savior  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief 
Will  surely  appear; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 
And  he  will  perform; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 
I  smile  at  the  storm. 

Though  dark  be  my  way, 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 
'Tis  his  to  provide; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken, 
And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken 
Shall  surely  prevail. 

His  love  in  time  past, 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer 
I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure 
To  help  me  quite  through. 

Determin'd  to  save, 
He  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave, 
I  sported,  with   death; 


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And  can  he  have  taught  me 
To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have   brought  me 
To  put  me  to  shame? 

Why  should  I  complain 
Of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain? 
He  told  me  no  less: 
The  heirs  of  salvation, 
I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation 
Must  follow  their  Lord. 

How  bitter  that  cup, 
No  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up, 
That  sinners  might  live! 
His  way  was  much  rougher, 
And  darker  than  mine; 
Did  Christ,  my  Lord  suffer, 
And  shall  I  repine? 

Since  all  that  I  meet 
Shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet, 
The  med'cine  is  food; 
Though  painful  at  present, 
'Twill  cease  before  long, 
And  then,  O  how  pleasant 
The  conqueror's  song! 


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276.     L,  M. 
Divine  forgiveness^  Luke  vii,  4,7. 

1  FORGIVENESS,  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around; 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky  I 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine; 
'Tis  full  out-measuring  every  crime; 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change,  by  changing  time. 

3  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 
And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  prace  expand, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven 
What  grateful  honors  shall  *ve  show? 
Where  much  transgressi  jn  is  forgiven 
Let  love  in  equal  ardors  glow. 

5  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 
With  various  holinsss  be  crown'd, 

Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise 
In  all  abide  in  all  abound. 


277.     P.  M. 
Holy  confidence,  Rom.  viii,  15,  16, 

1       ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 


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The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands-, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one; 

He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son: 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

My  God  is  reconcil'd, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear; 

He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh 
And,  Father,  Abba,  Father  cry! 


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278.  P.  M. 
Spiritual  joy,  Psalm  xxx,  5- 

1  JESUS,  thy  saving  name  I  bless, 
Deliver'd  out  of  my  distress, 

Thy  faithfulness  I  prove; 
I  magnify  thy  mercy's  power: 
My  refuge  in  the  trying  hour, 

Was  thy  almighty  love. 

2  Hereby  thou  favor'st  me,  I  know, 
Because  thou  would'st  not  let  the  foe 

My  hunted  soul  destroy: 


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Better  than  life  thy  favor  is, 
'Tis  pure  delight,  and  perfect  bliss, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

Sav'd  by  a  miracle  of  grace, 

Lord,  I  with  thankful  heart  embrace 

The  token  of  thy  love: 
This,  this  the  comfortable  sign, 
That  I  the  first-born  church  shall  join, 

And  bless  thy  name  above. 


279.       P.  M. 
The  pleasures  of  holy  love, 

1  HOW  sweet  to  recline 

On  the  bosom  divine,  [thine; 

And  taste,  Lord,   the  comforts   peculiar  to 

While,  born  from  above, 

And  upheld  by  thy  love, 
With  singing  andjtriumph  to  Zion  we  move 

2  Our  seeking  thy  face 

Was  all  of  thy  grace,  [praise; 

Thy  mercy  demands^  and  shall  have  all  the 

No  sinner  can  be 

Beforehand  with  thee, 
Thy  grace  is  preventing,  almigthy,  and  free. 

3  Thy  workmanship  we 

More  fully  would  be;  [to  thee: 

Lord,  stretch  out  thy  hand,  and  conform  us 

While  onward  we  move 

To  Canaan  above, 
Come,  fill  us  with  holiness,fiJl  us  with  love. 


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O  give  us  to  know 

More  of  thee  beiow; 
Thus  fit  us  for  heaven,  and  glory  bestow; 

Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd, 

The  Lamb  shall  be  crown'd,  [sound. 

"Salvation  to  Jesus,"  though  heaven  shall  re- 


280.     C.   M. 
The  delight  of  gratitude,  Hos.  B,  4. 

1  MY  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thuie! 

How  soft,  and  yet  how  strong! 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  love  combine 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  moment  takes  away; 
And  grace  when  first  the  war  begins. 
Secures  the  crowning  day. 

3  Comfort,  through  all  this  vale  of  tears.. 

In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumber'd  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

4  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  move. 

Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet! 
And  captives,  in  the  chains^  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conqueror's  feet. 
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281.     L.   M. 
The  Christian's  triumph,  Rom.  viii,  34—37. 

1  IMMOVEABLE  our  hope  remains, 
Within  the  vail  our  anchor  lies; 
Jesus  who  wash'd  us  from  our  stains 
Shall  bear  us  safely  to  the  skies. 

2  Strong  in  his  strength  we  boldly  say, 
For  us  Immanuel  shed  his  blood, 
Who  then  shall  tear  our  shield  away, 
Or  part  us  from  the  love  of  God? 

3  Can  tribulation,  or  distress, 
Or  persecution's  fiery  sword? 
Can  satan  rob  us  of  our  peace, 

Or  prove  too  mighty  for  the  Lord? 

4  Founded  on  Christ,  secure  we  stand, 
Seal'd  with  his  Spirit's  inward  seal; 
We  soon  shall  gain  the  promis'd  land, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

5  The  winds  may  roar,  the  floods  beset. 
And  rain  impetuous,  descend; 

Yet  will  he  not  his  own  forget, 
But  love,  and  save  them  to  the  end. 


282.     L.  M. 
Praise  for  delivering  grace,  Psalm  ciii,  2- 

1  TO  God,  my  Savior,  and  my  King, 
Fain  would  my  soul  her  tribute  bring; 


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Join  me,  ye  saints,  in  songs  of  praise, 
For  ye  have  known  and  felt  his  grace. 

2  Wretched  and  helpless  once  I  lay, 
Just  breathing  all  my  life  away; 
He  saw  me,  welt'ring  in  my  blood, 
And  felt  the  pity  of  a  God. 

3  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief; 

Bound  up  my  wounds,  and  sooth'd  my  grief; 
Pour'd  joys  divine   into  my  heart, 
And  bade  each  anxious  fear   depart. 

4  These  proofs  of  love  my  dearest  Lord, 
Deep  on  my  breast  I  will  record; 
The  life  which  I  of  thee  receive, 

To  thee,  behold,  I  freely  give. 

5  My  heart  and  tongue  shall  tune  thy  praise, 
Through  thee  remainder  of  my  days; 
And  when  I  join  the  powers  above, 

My  soul  shall  better  sing  thy  love, 


283.     C.  M. 
The  hafifiy   retrosfiect,  Psalm  xxx,  11,  12. 

1  THEE,  Lord,  my  thankful  soul  would  bless, 

Thee  all  my  powers  adore; 
Thy  hand  has  rais'd  me  from  distress, 
My  foes  rejoice  no  more. 

2  O  Lord,  my  God,  oppress'd  with  grief, 
To  thee  I  breath'rl  my  cry; 

Thy  mercy,  brought  divine  relief, 


lo  thee  1  breath'rl  my  cry 

Thy  mercy. brought  divine  i 

And  wip  dmy  tearful  eye 


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3  Again  I  hear  thy  voice  divine, 
New  joys  exulting  bound; 
My  robes  of  mourning  I  resign, 
And  gladness  girds  me  round. 

284.     C.  M. 
The  flock  of  Christ  rejoicing  in  him,  1  Pet.  i,  25. 

i  LET  us,  the  sheep  by  Jesus  nam'd, 
Our  Shepherd's  mercy  bless; 
Let  us,  whom  Jesus  hath  redeem'd, 

Shew  forth  our  thankfulness.  Hal. 

2  Not  unto  us,  to  thee  alone, 

Be  praise  and  glory  given; 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 
But  carried  on  in  heaven.  Hal, 

3  The  hosts  of  spirits  now  with  thee 

Eternal  anthems  sing; 
To  imitate  them  here,  lo!  we 

Our  hallelujahs  bring.  Hal. 

4  Had  we  our  tongues,  like  them,  inspir'd, 

Like  theirs  our  songs  should  rise; 
Like  them  we  never  should  be  tir'd, 

But  love  the  sacrifice.  HaK 

.5  Till  we  this  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 
Accept  our  weaker  lays; 
And  when,  O  Lord,  we  reach  thy  throne, 
We'll  join  in  nobler  praise,  Hal. 


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285.     L.  M. 
Glorying  in  God  alone,  Jer.  ix,  23,  24. 

i  THE  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great, 
Maintains  his  universal  state; 
O'er  all  the  earth  his  power  extends; 
All  heaven  before  his  footstool  bends. 

1  No  more,  ye  wise,  your  wisdom  boast: 
No  more,  ye  strong,  your  valor  trust: 
Nor  let  the  rich  suryey  his  store; 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 

3  Glory,  my  soul  in  this  aloRe, 

That  God,  thy  God,  to  thee  is  known; 
That  thou  hast  own'dhis  sov'reign  sway. 
That  thou  hast  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

4  My  wisdom,  wealth,  and  power,  I  find 
in  one  Jehovah  all  cornbin'd! 

On  him  I  fix  my  roving  eyes, 
Till  all  my  soul  in  raptures  rise. 

5  All  else,  which  I  my  treasure  call, 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall; 
But  what  his  happiness  can  move, 
Whom  God  the  blessed  deigns  to  love? 


286.     C.  M. 
Fear  not. 

I  YE  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears, 
Be  mercv  all  vour  theme; 
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Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  continued  stream. 

2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth     and  hell, 

God  will  these  powers  restrain; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  the  want  of  outward  good, 

He  will  for  his  provide; 
Grant  the  supplies  for  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

4  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To    endless  glory  bring. 


287.     C.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  the  name  of  Jesus. 

\  THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb! 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 

Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be, 
O  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  us  speak! 
And  in  our  priest  will  we  rejoice, 

Thou  great  Melchisedec. 


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Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay; 
We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay: 
When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud; 

With  all  his  favor'd  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
■     And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 


288.     C.  M. 
Rejoicing  in  Jesus,  Phil,  iii,  3. 

1  O  FOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  king, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Savior  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease; 
sTis  music  in  a  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

A  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free: 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


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289.     C.   M. 
The  heart  given  away,  Prov.  xxiii.  26. 

1  IF  there  be  passions  in  my  soul, 

(And  passions  sure  there  be) 
Now  they  are  all   at  thy  control, 
My  Jesus,  all  for  thee. 

2  If  love,  that  pleasing  power,  can  rest 

In  hearts  so  hard  as  mine, 
Come,  gentle  Savior,  to  my  breast, 
For  all  my  love  is  thine. 

3  Let  all  the  world,  with  treacherous  art, 
Allure  my  eyes  in  vain: 

I  have  convey'd  away  my  heart, 
Ne'er  to  return  again. 

4  I  feel  my  warmest  passions  dead 

To  all  that  earth  can  boast; 
This  soul  of  mine  was  never  made 
For  vanity  and  dust. 

5  Now  I  can  fix  my  thoughts  above, 

Amidst  their  flatt'ring  charms, 
Till  the  dear  Lord,  that  hath  my  love, 
Shall  call  me  to  his  arms. 


290.     L.  M. 

Praising  God  through  the  whole  of  our  existence, 
Psalm  cxlvi,  2. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 

My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 


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The  song  shall  wake  with  opening;  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  cares  would  hreak  my  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praise  I'll  raise  on  high, 

And  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  its  powers  of  language  fail, 

Joys  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break. 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  sfieak. 

4  But  Oh!  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er 
And  I  am  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise, 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies. 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains; 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraphs  round  the  throne. 


291.      C.  M. 
God  our  everlasting  light,  Isa.  Ix,  20. 

1  YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 

With  all  your  feeble  light: 
Farewell  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  array'd, 
My  soul  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 


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3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode, 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline, 
Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  infinite  delight. 


292.  P.  M. 
Grateful  praise  to  the  triune  God,  Eph.  i,  3,  4. 

1  TO  God,  who  chose  us  in  his  Son, 

Ere  time  its  course  began; 
To  Christ,  who  left  his  radiant  throne, 

And  died  for  wretched  manl 
To  God,  the  Spirit  who  applies 
The  Lamb's  atoning  sacrifice. 

2  To  the  eternal,  equal  Three, 

The  undivided  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  both  agree 


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,by  a 
The  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 


To  give  the  praise  alone: — 
In  earth,  in  heaven,  by  all  ador'd, 


SECT.   £. 

THE  GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT,  AND  CHRISTIAN 
TEMPERS.  ^ 

293.      S.  M. 
Precious  faith,  Eph.  ii,  8;  2  Pet.  i,  I, 

1  FAITH — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestow'd! 

It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  Godl 

2  Jesus  it  owns  a  King, 
An  all-atoning  priest; 

It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 
When  fill'd  with  deep  distress; 

Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 
And  that  divinely  free; 

Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 


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294.  P.  M. 
Faith  fainting. 

.1  ENCOMPASS'D  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face^ 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine: 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink   at  thy  feet  with  my  load, 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I: 
Speak,  Savior,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice; 

Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold, 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 

My  groaning  that  cannot  be  told. 

3  If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 

And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep: 
While  harassed  and  cast  from  thy  sight, 

The  tempter  suggests  with  a  roar, 
"The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite; 

"Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more.*' 

4  Yet  Lord,  if  thy  love  hath  design'd 

No  covenant  blessing  for  me, 
Ah,  tell  me,  bow  is  it  I  find 

Some  pleasure  in  wailing  for  thee? 


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Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r; 
Come  succor  and  gladden  my  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 


295.  P.  M. 
Faith  reviving. 

I  FROM  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief? 

Hast  thou,  O  Father  put  to  grief 

Thy  spotless  Son  for  me? 
And  will  the  righteous  Judge  of  men 
Condemn  me  for  that  debt  of  sin, 

Which,  Lord,  was  charg'd  on  thee? 

3  Complete  atonement  thou  hast  made, 
And  to  the  utmost  farthing  paid 
Whate'er  thy  people  ow'd; 
How  then  can  wrath  on  me  take  place, 
If  shelter'd  in  thy  righteousness, 
And  sprinkled  with  thy  blood? 

3  [If  thou  hast  my  discharge  procur'd, 
And  freely  in  my  room  endur'd 

The  whole  of  wrath  divine; 
Payment  God  cannot  twice  demand- 
First,  at  my  bleeding  surety's  hand, 

And  then  again  at  mine.] 

4  Turn  then,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest; 
The  merits  of  thy  great  High  Priest 

Speak  peace  and  liberty: 
Trust  in  his  efficacious  blood; 
Nor  fear  thy  banishment  from  God, 

Since  Jesus  dy'd  for  thee. 
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296.    P.  M. 
Faith  conquering. 

1  THE  moment  a  sinner  believes, 

And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives, 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood; 
Tho'  thousands  and  thousands  of  foes 

Against  him  in  malice  unite, 
Their  rage   he,  through  Christ,  can  oppose 

Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 

2  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 

And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 
Is  more  than  mere  notion  or  name, 

The  work  of  God's  Spirit  it  is; 
A  principle  active,  and  young, 

That  lives  under  pressure  and  load; 
That  makes  out  of  weakness  more  strong, 

And  draws  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

2  It  treads  on  the  world,  and  on  Hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair; 
And  O  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  overcomes  Heaven  by  prayer, — 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend; 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just; 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

As  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "Depart." 

That  stand  betwixt  God  and  the  soul; 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole, 


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Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 
Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white; 

And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 
To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 


297.     P.  M. 
Faith  triumphing. 

1  A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone, 

Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing; 
Nor  fear  with  thy  righteousness  on, 

My  person  and  offerings  to  bring; 
The  terrors  of  law,  and  of  God, 

With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do; 
My  Savior's  obedience  and  blood 

Hide  all  my  transgressions  from  view. 

2  The  work  which  his  goodness  began, 

The  arm  of  his  strength  will  complete; 
His  promise  is  yea  and  amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet. 
Things  future,  nor  things  that  are  now, 

Not  all  things  below  nor  above 
Can  make  him  his  purpose  forego, 

Or  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 

3  My  name  from  the  palms  of  his  hands 

Eternity  will  not  erase; 
Impress'd  on  his  heart  it  remains, 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace: 
Yes,  I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given; 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 

Than  glorify'd  spirits  in  heaven. 


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298."     C.  M. 

Weak  believers  encouraged. 

\      YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord 
Bid  every  string  awake; 

2  Tho'  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  shall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  for  me. 

5  Tarry  his  leisure  then, 
Wait  the  appointed  hour; 

Wait  till  the  Bridegroom  of  your  souls 
Reveal  his  love  with  power. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  thee! 

Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


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299.     C.     M. 
Faith  looking  to  heaven,  Isa.  xlv,  22. 

1  FAITH  leads  to  joys  beyond  the  sky, 

Why,  then  is  this  weak  mind 
Afraid  to  raise  a  cheerful  eye 
To  more  than  sense  can  find? 

2  Sense  can  but  furnish  scenes  of  wo, 

In  this  low  vale  of  tears; 
No  groves  of  heavenly  pleasures  grow, 
No  paradise  appears. 

3  Ah!  why  should  this  mistaken  mind 

Still  rove  with  restless  pain? 
Delight  on  earth  expect  to  find, 
Yet  still  expect  in  vain?  . 

4  O  thou,  from  whose  almighty  breath 

Faith  first  began -its  rise, 
Purge  off  these  mists,  these  dregs  of  earth, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 


300.     C.     M. 
The  penitent, 

1  PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies; 
And  upwards  to  the  mercy  seat 
Presumes  to  lilt  his  eyes. 

2  O  let  not  justice   frown  me  hence: 

Stay,  stay  the  vengeful  storm: 
Forbid  it  that  Omnipotence 
Should  crush  a  feeble  worm. 

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3  If  tears  of  sorrow'would  suffice 

To  pay   the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

4  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

5  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive: 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word, 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


301.     P.  M. 
Penitential  sighs, 

1  FATHER,  at  thy  call  I  come; 
In  thy  bosom  there  is  room 
For  a  guilty  soul  to  hide, 
Press'd  with  grief  on  every  side. 

2  Here  I'll  make  my  piteous  moan; 
Thou  canst  understand  a  groan: 
Here  my  sins,  and  sorrows  tell, 
What  I  feel  thou  knowest  well. 

3  Ah!  how  foolish  I  have  been, 
To  obey  the  voice  of  sin, 
To  forget  thy  love  to  me, 
And  to  break  my  vows  to  thee. 


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4  Darkness  fills  my  trembling  soul, 
Floods  of  sorrow  o'er  me  roll: 
Pity,  Father,  pity  me; 
All  my  hope's  alone  inthee, 

3  But,  may  such  a  wretch  as  I, 

Self-condemn'd  and  doom'd  to  die, 
Ever  hope  to  be  forgiven, 
And  be  smiPd  upon  by  heaven? 

6  May  I  round  thee  cling  and  twine, 
Call  myself  a  child  of  thine, 

And  presume  to  claim  a  part 
In  a  tender  Father's  heart? 

7  Yes,  I  may,  for  I  espy 

Pity  trickling  from  thine  eye: 
'Tis  a  Father's  bowels  move, 
Move  with  pardon,  and  with  love, 

8  Well  I  do  remember  too 

What  his  love  hath  deign'd  to  do; 
How  he  sent  a  Savior  down, 
All  my  follies  to  atone. 

9  Has  my  elder  brother  died? 
And  is  justice  satisfied? 
Why,  O  why  should  I  despair 
Of  my  Father's  tender  care£ 


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303.      S.     M. 
The  penitential  wish,  Ezck.  xiv,  6. 

1  O  THAT  I  could  repent, 
With  all  my  idols  part, 

And  to  thy  gracious  eye  present 
A  humble  contrite  heart! 

2  A  heart  with  grief  opprest 
At  having  griev'd  my  God, 

A  troubled  heart  that  cannot  rest, 
Till  sprinkled  with  thy  blood!  ' 

3  Jesus,  on  me  bestow 
The  penitent  desire, 

With  true  sincerity  of  wo 
My  aching  heart  inspire. 

3       With  softening  pity  look. 

And  melt  my  hardness  down, 
Strike  with  thy  love's  effectual  stroke, 
And  break  this  heart  of  stone. 

5       Absorb'd  in  ceasless  woe, 
No  interval  I  crave; 
But  softly  all  my  days  to  go, 
Deep  mourning  to  the  grave. 

$       Till  all  my  pains  are  past, 

And  thou  my  soul  require:—. 
But  let  me  sec  thy  face  s;t  last, 
And  in  thy  arms  expire. 


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303.     C.  M. 

Penitence  and  hofie. 

\  DEAR  Savior,  when  my  thoughts  recal 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
Low  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid? 

Ah,  vile  ungrateful  heart! 
By  earth's  low  cares,  detain'4,  betray'd, 
From  Jesus  to  depart.—^ 

3  From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest: 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfy'd,  unblest. 

4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores: 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  O  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word 
With  pity  in  thine  eye! 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet, 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind!  how  sweet! 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


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S04.     L,  M. 
Ho/ie  set  before  us. 

1  AND  be  it  so,  that  till  this  hour, 
We  never  knew  what  faith  has  meant, 
And,  slaves  to  sin  and  Satan's  power, 
Have  never  felt  these  hearts  relent. 

2  What  shall  we  do?  Shall  we  lie  down, 
Sink  in  despair,  and  groan,  and  die? 
And  sunk  beneath  th'  Almighty's  frown, 
Not  glance  one  cheerful  hope  on  high? 

S  Forbid  it,  Savior!   to  thy  grace 
As  sinners,  strangers,  we  will  come; 
Among  thy  saints  we  ask  a  place, 
For  in  thy  mercy  there  is  room. 

4  Lord,  we  believe;  O  chase  away 
The  gloomy  clouds  of  unbelief: 
Lord  we  repent!  O  let  thy  ray 
Dissolve  our  hearts  in  sacred  grief! 

5  Now  spread  the  banner  of  thy  love, 
And  let  us  know  that  we  are  thine, 
Cheer  us  with  blessings  from  above, — 
With  all  the  joys  of  hope  divine. 


305.     C.  M. 

Lively  hofie  and  gracious  fear ,  Gen.  xiii,    17. 

I  I  WAS  a  grov'ling  sinner  once, 
And  basely  cleav'd  to  earth; 
I  wanted  spirit  to  renounce 
The  clod  that  gave  me  birth. 


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2  But  God  has  breath'd  upon  a  worm, 

And  sent  me  from  above, 
Wings,  such  as  clothe  an  angel's  form, 
The  wings  of  joy  and  love. 

3  With  these  to  Pisgah's  top  I  fly, 

And  there  delighted  stand, 
To  view  beneath  a  shining  sky 
The  spacious  promis'd  land. 

4  The  Lord  of  all  the  vast  domain 

Has  promis'd  it  to  me! 
The  length  and  breadth  of  all  the  plain. 
As  far  as  faith  can  see. 

5  How  glorious  is  my  privilege! 

To  thee  for  help  I  call; 
I  stand  upon  a  mountain's  edge, 
O  save  me,  lest  I  fall! 

6  Though  much  exalted  in  the  Lord, 

My  strength  is  not  my  own; 
Then  let  me  tremble  at  his  word, 
And  none  shall  cast  me  down. 


306.     P.   M. 
Rejoicing  in  hofie,  Isa.  xxxv,  10;  Luke  xii,  2% 

1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Savior's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod 


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They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  sec. 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  flesh  becomes. 

4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus*  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land; 
Jesus  Christ  your  father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord!  submissive  make  us  go% 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee! 


307.     P.     M. 

Divine  love  desired.  Cant.  i.  2. 

1  LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down' 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 
All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown; 
Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion, 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  longing  heart! 


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2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breastl 

Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 
Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest: 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 
Alpha  and  Omega  be; 
End  of  faith  as  its  beginning, 
Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 
Let  us  all  thy  life  receive! 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 
Never  more  thy  temples  leave! 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee,  without  ceasing; 
Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 
Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 
Perfectly  secur'd  by  thee! 
Chang'd  from  glory  unto  glory, 
Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


308.     P.     M. 

Lovest  thou  me?  John  xxi,  15 — 17. 

I   MY  Lord,  by  sinners  crucify'd, 
By  me  ten  thousand  times  deny'd, 

And,  (yet  thy  bowels  move, 
And  yet  thy  heart  relents  for  me)  ' 
Alas!  what  shall  I  answer  thee, 
When  ask'd — if  thee  I  love? 
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2  Not  nil  thy  passion's  bleeding  power, 
Before  the  acceptable  hour, 

This  flinty  heart  can  move; 
Yet  may  I  not  to  thee  appeal? 
Thou  know'st  I  would  thy  goodness  feel, 

I  would  my  Savior  love. 

3  Jesus,  pronounce  the  softening;  word, 
And  make  me  fully  willing,  Lord, 

The  biessing  to  receive; 
My  faithless  heart  in  love  renew, 
And  then  I  shall,  I  shall  prove  true, 

And  to  thy  glory  live. 

4  Then  shall  my  tongue  delight  to  own 
The  wonders  thou  for  me  hast  done, 

The  blessings  thou  hast  given; 
And  gladly  tell  thee,  o'er  and  o'er, 
Thou  know'st,  O  Lord,  I  love  thee  more 

Than  all  the  earth  and  heaven. 


309.     P.  M. 
Love  to  God  earnestly  desired^  Eph.  iii,  17—19. 

1  O  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art! 
When  shall  1  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee! 
I  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


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2  Stronger  his  love  than  death  or  hell- 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable; 

The  first  born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depth  to  see, 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length,  and  breadth,  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God; 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart! 
For  this  I  sigh,  for  this  I  pine; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  O  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary,  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven,  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegoom's  voice. 

5  O  that  with  humble  Peter  I 

Could  weep,  believe,  and  thrice  reply, 

My  faithfulness  to  prove; 
"Thou  know'st  (for  all  to  thee  is  known) 
"Thou  know'st,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone, 

"Thou  know'st  that  I  thee  love." 

6  O  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  O  Lord,  to  find  in  thee 

My  everlasting  rest. 


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Thy  only  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  on  earth  beneath  desire, 

Nothing  in  heaven  above; 
Let  earth,  and  heaven,  and  all  things  go, 
Give  me  thy  only  love  to  know, 

Give  me  thy  only  love.  A 


310.     L.  M. 
Love  to  Christ  firesent  or  absent, 

1  OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest; 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  neai-e st  image  of  the  blest. 

2  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 
And  long,  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too* 

3  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove; 
Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 

For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

4  Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come; 
Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face; 
*Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presenee  of  his  grace. 


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311.     P.M. 
Lo.vest  thou  me?  John  xxi,  16, 

I   'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought: 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no, 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not? 

%  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  [Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove; 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Savior's  love? 

4  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 
All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild; 
Fill'd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child?] 

5  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you? 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

7  [Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'^j 


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Find,  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord?] 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case! 
Thcu  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
Ii  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 

If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
j     Help  me  to  begin  today. 


312.     C.  M. 
Profession  of  love  to  Christ. 

3  AND  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  to  thee3 
No  passion  for  thy  charms? 
No  wish  my  Savior's  face  to  sec, 
And  dwell  within  his  arms? 

2  Is  there  no  spark  of  gratitude 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine, 
To  him  whose  generous  bosom  glow'd 
With  friendship  all  divine? 

3  Can  I  pronounce  his  charming  name, 

His  acts  of  kindness  tell; 
And,  while  I  dwell  upon  the  theme, 
No  sweet  emotion  feel? 

4  Such  base  ingratitude  as  this 

What  heart  but  must  detest! 
Sure  Christ  deserves  the  noblest  place 
In  every  human  breast. 


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A  very  wretch,  Lord,  I  should  prove. 

Had  I  no  love  to  thee; 
Rather  than  not  my  Savior  love, 

O  may  I  cease  to  be! 


313.     P.  M. 

Sufireme  love  to  Christ, 

i   MY  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 
My^boundless  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood, 
My  soul  from  the  coefines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell; 
To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 
With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 

My  Jaeus,  my  Savior,  my  King. 

3  In  Meshech,  as  yet,  I  reside, 

A  darksome  and  restless  abode, 
Molested  with  foes  on  each  side, 
And  longing  to  dwell  with  my  God. 
O,  when  shall  my  spirit  exchange, 
This  cell  of  corruptible  clay 
For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 
Thro'  realms  of  ineffable  day. 


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4  My  glorious  Redeemer!  I  long 
To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloud, 
Amidst  the  bright  nnmberless  throng, 
And  mix  with  the  triumphing  crowd: 
O,  when  wilt  thou  bid  me  ascend, 

To  join  in  thy  praises  above, 

To  gaze  on  the  world  without  end, 

And  feast  on  thy  ravishing  love? 

5  Nor  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor  pain, 
Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear 
Shall  ever  molest  me  again, 
Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there. 
This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine 
In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise, 
And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 
Where  God  his  full  bounty  displays. 

6  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey; 

Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away; 
The  crown  that  my  Savior  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 
My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine. 


314.     C.  M. 

Love  to  our  neighbor;  or  the  good  Samaritan^ 
Luke  x.  29—37. 

i  FATHER  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 
All-powerful  from  above, 


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To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

That  generous  pleasure  know; 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo. 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  «n  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies; 
And,  'midst  the  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Savior  flew 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground; 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 


315.     S.     M. 
Christian  love,  Gal.  iii,  28. 

LET  party  names  no  more 
The  christian  world  o'erspread; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free^ 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

Among  the  saints  on  earth, 
Let  mutual  love  be  found: 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 


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Let  envy  child  of  hell, 
Be  banish'd  far  away; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


316.    C.  M. 
Love  to  enemies,  Luke  xxiii,  34;  Matt,  v,  14- 

I  WITH  joy  we  sing  the  wondrous  grace, 
Christ  to  his  murderers  bare; 
Which  made  the  torturing  cross  its  throne. 
And  hung  its  trophies  there. 

?  "Father,  forgive,"  his  mercy  cried, 
With  his  expiring  breath, 
And  drew  eternal  blessings  down 
On  those  who  wrought  his  de  ath. 

3  Jesus,  this  wondrous  love  we  sing, 

And  whilst  we  sing,  admire; 
Breathe  on  our  souls,  and  kindle  there 
The  same  celestial  fire. 

4  Sway'd  by  thy  dear  example,  we 

For  enemies  will  pray; 
With  love  their  hatred — and  their  curse 
With  blessings-^will  repay. 


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FOR  A  STATE  OF  PERSECUTION   AND  OUTWARD 
TRIALS. 

317.     C.  M. 
Holy  fortitude,  1  Cor.  xvi,  13. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carry'd  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

^  Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


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318.     P.  M. 
Way  of  tribulation,  Acts  xiv,  22;  Rom.  viii,  37. 

1  HEAD  of  the  church  triumphant, 
We  joyfully  adore  thee; 

'Till  thou  appear, 
Thy  members  here 
Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory. 

2  We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 
With  blest  anticipation, 

And  cry  aloud, 
And  give  our  God 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

3  We  clap  our  hands  exulting 
In  thine  almighty  favor; 

The  love  divine, 
Which  makes  us  thine, 
Shall  keep  us  thine  for  ever. 

4  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation; 

Nor  will  we  fear, 
While  thou  art  near, 
The  fire  of  tribulation. 

5  The  world,  with  sin  and  satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opposes, 

By  thee  we  shall 
Break  through  them  all, 
And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 


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By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us; 

The  cross  despise, 

For  that  high  prize 
Which  thou  hast  set  before  us. 


319.     C.  M. 
Gody  our  defence  under  persecution,  Psalm  iii. 

1  LORD,  how  my  numerous  foes  increase! 

How  fast  my  troubles  rise  I 
To  thee,  the  sacred  spring  of  peace, 
My  weary  spirit  flies. 

2  My  numerous  foes  awake  my  fears. 

While  they  exulting  boast, 
*'No  heavenly  aid  for  him  appears, 
"And  all  his  hopes  are  lost." 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  shield, 

Wilt  ali  my  fears  control, 
A  strong  defence  thy  arm  shall  yield, 
And  raise  my  drooping  soul. 

4  What  tho*  ten  thousand  foes,  in  arms, 

Against  me  should  appear; 
And  war  resound  its  dire  alarms, 
I  will  not  yield  to  fear. 

5  Salvation,  Lord,  is  thine  alone, 

And  all  thy  saints  shall  find 
The  bliss  my  thankful  heart  has  known* 
A  God  for  ever  kind. 


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320.    L.  M. 
Our  supfiort  in  troubles.  Psalm  xxviL 

1  THE  Lord,  my  Savior,  is  my  light; 
What  terrors  can  my  soul  affright? 
While  God  my  strength,  my  life,  is  near, 
What  potent  arm  shall  make  me  fear? 

2  Should  numerous  hosts  besiege  me  round. 
My  steadfast  heart  no  fear  shall  wound: 
Tho'  war  should  rise  in  dread  array, 

God  is  my  strength,  my  hope,  my  stay. 

3  When  troubles  rise,  my  guardian  God 
Will  hide  me  safe  in  his  abode; 
Firm  as  a  rock  my  hope  shall  stand, 
Sustained  by  his  almighty  hand. 

4  O  teach  me,  Lord,  thy  sacred  way, 
Uphold  my  steps,  nor  let  me  stray; 
While  enemies  and  fears  alarm, 
Extend  thy  kind,  thy  guardian  arm. 

5  Ye  humble  souls,  in  eveiy  strait, 
On  God,  with  sacred  courage,  wait; 
His  hand  shall  life  and  strength  afford* 
O  wait,  unceasing,  on  the  Lord. 


321.     C.  M. 
God  is  our  defence  in  trouble,  Psalm  xlvL  -- 

1   GOD  is  a  constant,  sure  defence, 
Against  oppressing  rage; 


SOS 

As  troubles  rise,  his  needful  aids 
In  our  behalf  engage. 

2  All  those  who  have  his  goodness  proved 

Will  in  his  truth  confide; 
Whose  mercy  ne'er  forsook  the  man 
That  on  his  help  rely'd. 

3  Si»g  praises  therefore  to  the  Lord, 

From  Zion  his  abode; 
Proclaim  his  deeds,  till  all  the  world 
Confess  bo  other  God. 


322.    P.  M. 
The  Christian's  firayer,  when  fiublicly  accused- 

\  JESU,  in  this  hour  be  near, 
On  thy  servant's  side  appear, 
Call'd  thine  honor  to  maintain, 
Help  a  feeble  child  of  man. 

2  Thou,  who,  at  thy  creature's  bar, 
Didst  thy  Deity  declare, 

Now  my  mouth  and  wisdom  be, 
Witness  for  thyself  in  me. 

3  All  of  mine  be  cast  aside, 
Anger,  fear,  and  guile,  and  pride; 
Only  give  me,  from  above, 
Simple  faith,  and  humble  love. 

4  Set  my  face,  and  fix  my  heart, 
Now  the  promis'd  power  impart; 
Meek,  submissive,  and  resign'd, 
Arm  me  with  thy  constant  mind. 


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323.     P.  M. 

The  eternal  God  his  people's  refuge  and 
support,  Deut.  xxxiii,  27. 

1  BEHOLD,  the  great,  eternarGod 
Spreads  everlasting  arras  abroad, 

And  calls  our  souls  to  shelter  there, 
Wonders  of  mingled  power  and  grace 
To  all  his  Israel  he  displays, 

Guarded  from  danger  and  from  fear. 

2  Hither  my  feeble  soul  shall  fly, 
When  terrors  press  and  death  is  nigh, 

And  there  will  I  delight  to  dwell: 
On  that  high  tower  I  rear  my  head, 
Serene,  nor  knows  my  heart  to  dread, 

Amid  surrounding  hosts  of  hell. 

3  In  grateful  strains  my  fearless  tongue 
Shall  warble  its  victorious  song, 

My  Fathers  mercies  to  proclaim; 
He  bears  his  weakest  offsprings  on 
To  glory,  radiant  as  his  throne, 

And  joys,  eternal  as  his  name. 


324.     P.  M. 

God  appearing™  the  storm   oj  trouble,  2 
i,  3—5. 

I1  THEN  the  Lord's  supporting  power 
Brightest  to  his  saints  appears, 


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When  afflictions  threatening  hour 
Fills  their  sky  with  clouds  and  tears: 
He  can  wonders  thus  perform, 
Paint  a  rainbow  on  the  storm. 

All  their  graces  doubly  shine, 

When  their  troubles  press  them  sore; 

And  the  promises  divine 

Give  them  joys  unknown  before: 

As  the  colors  of  the  bow 

To  the  cloud  their  brightness  owe, 


SECT.  4, 

***    A   STATE   OF    PILGRIMAGE,   BACKSLIDING,, 
AND    RESTORATION. 

325.     C.  M. 

The  Christian  Pilgrim,  Psalm  xxxix,  12;  xciv, 
19. 

1  EST  various  musings  of  the  mind, 

\nd  thoughts  that  inward  roll, 
Thy  comforts,  Lord,  are  all  divine, 
And  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

2  I  find  no  certain  dwelling  place, 

But  wander  here  and  there! 
Tui  but  a  pilgrim  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were. 

3  But  there  remains  for  me  a  rest, 

A  house  not  made  with  hands? 

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A  mansion  on  the  heavenly  plains, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

4  Here  I'm  expos'd  to  boisterous  winds, 

And  raging  storms  invade; 
No  fence,  no. shelter  o'er  my  head, 
I  find  no  friendly  shade. 

5  There  is  a  region  all  serene, 

No  clouds  infest  that  sky, 
Storms  never  roar,  or  gather  round 
The  saints  that  dwell  on  high. 

6  Through  shades  of  night  I  grope  along. 

Bereft  of  gladsome  day, 
Many  my  dangers  and  unseen, 
While  darkness  veils  my  way. 

7  But  there  the  nations  of  the  just, 

Remote  from  gloomy  night, 
Are  blest  with  rays  of  love  divine, 
And  dwell  in  endless  light. 


326.     P.  M. 
Welcome  cross,  Heb.  xii,  6 — 8;  1  Pet.  i,  6. 

1  'TIS  my  happiness  below 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 
But  the  Savior's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss: 
Trials  must  and  will  befall; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 
hove  inscrib'd  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 


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God,  in  Israel,  sows  the  seeds 
Of  affliction,  pain,  and  to;h 
These  spring  up  and  choke  the  weeds. 
Which  would  else  o'erspread  the  soil: 
Trials  made  the  promise  sweet. 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer; 
Trials  bring  me  to  his  feet, 
Lay  me  low  and  keep  there. 

Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chastisement  by  the  way; 
Might  I  not,  with  reason,  fear 
I  should  prove  a  castaway? 
Bastards  may  escape  the  rod, 
Sunk  in  earthly,  vain  delight; 
But  the  true  born  child  of  God 
Must  not,  would  not,  if  he  might. 


327.     P.  M. 

The  Lord  will  provide;  or,  the  believers' 
conJideJice^Gen.  xxii,  8,  14. 

1  THCV  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Tho*  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite; 
Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  Scripture  assures  us  "The  Lord  will  pro- 

vide." 

2  His  call  we  obey  like  Abraham  of  old, 
Not  knowing  our   way — but   faith    makes  us; 

bold;  [guide, 

For,  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good 
And  trust  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  provide." 


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3  No  strength  of  our  own,  or  goodness  we 

claim;  [name, 

Yet,  since  we  have  known   the  Savior's  great 
In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide, 
The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

4  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  thro'; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with   Christ  on   our 

side,  [vide." 

We  hope  to  die  shouting,  "The  Lord  will  pro- 


328.     S.  M. 

Coinfilaining—the  good  that  I  would,  I  do 
not,  Rom.  vii,  19. 

I  WOULD,  but  cannot  sing, 
I  would  but  cannot  pray; 
For  Satan  meets  me  when  I  try, 
And  frights  my  soul  away. 

I  would,  but  can't  repent, 
Tho'  I  endeavor  oft; 
This  stony  heart  can  ne'er  relent 
Till  Jesus  make  it  soft. 

I  would,  but  cannot  love, 
Tho'  woo'd  by  love  divine; 
No  arguments  have  pow'r  to  move 
A  soul  so  base  as  mine. 

I  would,  but  cannot  rest 
In  God's  most  holy  will; 
I  know  what  he  appoints  is  best. 
Yet  murmur  at  it  still. 


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u  could  I  but  believe  I 
Then  all  would  easy  be; 
I  would  but  cannot — Lord,  relieve ; 
My  help  must  come  from  theel 

But  if  indeed  I  would, 
Tho'  I  can  nothing-  do; 
Yet  the  desire  is  something  good, 
For  which  my  praise  is  due. 

By  nature  prone  to  ill, 
'Till  thine  appointed  hour, 
I  was  as  destitute  of  will, 
As  now  I  am  of  power. 

Wilt  thou  not  crown  at  length, 
The  work  thou  hast  begun? 
And  with  a  will  afford  me  strength. 
In  all  thy  ways  to  run. 


329.  C.  M. 

0  that  I  were  as  in  months  fiast!    Job  xxix,   2, 

1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Savior's  pardoning  blood 
Apply 'd,  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

S  In  vain  the  temper  spread  his  wiles, 
The  world  no  more  could  charm; 


I  liv'd  upon  my  Savior's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

5  Then  to  his  saints  I  often  spoke, 

Of  what  his  love  had  done; 
But  now  my  heart  is  almost  broke, 
For  all  my  joys  are  gone. 

6  Now  when  the  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

7  My  prayers  are  now  a  chatt'ring  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face; 
I  read,  the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

£  Now  Satan  threatens  to  prevail, 
And  make  my  soul  his  prey; 
Yet,  Lord,  thy  mercies  cannot  fail, 
O  come  without  delay. 


330.     L.  M. 

Mary* a  choice^  Luke  x,  42. 

1  BESET  with  snares  on  ev'ry  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand; 
Savior,  divine!  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 


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2  Engage  this  roving,  treach'rous  keart, 
Great  God,  to  choose  the  better  part; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou  my  Jesus,  still  art  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  cheerful  die: 
Secure  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 


331.  P.  M. 
Cast  down,yet  hofiing  in  God,  Psalm  xlii,  5. 

1  O  MY  soul  what  means  this  sadness? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness, 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone: 
Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 

2  What  tho*  Satan's  strong  temptations 

Vex  and  teaze  thee,  day  by  day? 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 

Often  fill  thee  with  dismay? 
Thou  shalt  conquer, 
Thro*  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Tho*  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee 

From  without,  and  from  within; 


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Jesus  saith,  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin: 
He  is  faithful, 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

Tho'  distresses  now  attend  thee, 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road; 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee, 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God: 

Therefore  praise  him, 

Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

O  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 

Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love! 

Happy  songsters! 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join? 


S32.     C.  M. 

Refuge  in  trouble. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise . 

On  th?e,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee,  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

(For  thou  alone  canst  heal,) 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feci. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain? 


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And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain? 

4  No;  still  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer; 
O  may  I  ever  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 


3  33.     L.  M. 
Prayer  answered  by  Crosses, 

l  ASK'D  the  Lard  that  I  might  grow^ 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek,  more  earnestly,  his  face. 

'Twas  he,  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 
And  he,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

I  hopM  that  in  some  favor'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request; 
And  by(his  love's  constraining  power, 
Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 
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5  Yea,  more  with  his  own  hand  he  seem/d 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo; 

Cross'd  ail  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "Lord,  why  is  this?"  I  trembling  cry'd, 
"Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and    faith: 

7  ''These  inward  trials  I  employ, 
"From  self,  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free; 
"And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 


334.     C.  M. 

Walking'  in  darkness  and  trusting  in  Godf 
Isaiah  1,  10. 

1  HEAR,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan* 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs, 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone? 
And  when  my  joys  arise? 

2  My  God— -O  could  I  make  the  claim— 

My  father  and  my  friend — 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  every  name, 
On  which  thy  saints  depend! 

3  By  every  name  of  poorer  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  intreat; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove; 
Nor  leave  thy  sacred  seat. 


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4  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mowrns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay; 
Here  I  would  rest  till  light  returns, 
Thy  presence,  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart; 
O  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise. 

And  bless,  thy  healing  rays, 
And  change  ihese  deep  complaining    sighs. 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 


3B5.     C.  M. 
Lamentation. 

1  ONCE  was  my  soul  indulg'd  to  prove 

The  smiles  of  Jesus'  face: 
I  knew  mine  int'rest  in  his  love. 
And  triumph'd  in  his  grace. 

2  My. dearest  friends  appear'd  a  dream? 

And  earth  a  trifling  toy; 
I  counted  all  things  dross  for  him, 
Whofill'd  me  with  his  joy. 

3  But  ah!  those  pleasing  hours  are  fled, 

My  Lord  no  more  appears: 
This  strikes  my  choicest  comforts  dead, 
And  fills  my  soul  with  fears. 


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And  shall  this  scene  for  ever  last? 

Will  Christ  return  no  more? 
O,  lovely  Lamb,  make  haste,  make  haste, 

And  former  joys  restore! 


336.  C.  M. 

9  that  I  knew  were  I  might  find  him;  or,  sins 
and  sorrows  laid  before  God,  Job  xxiii,  8,  4. 

1  O  THAT  I  knew  the  secret  place, 

Where  I  might  find  my  God! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Savior's  blood. 

4  My  God  will  pity  my  complaints, 

And  heal  my  broken  bones; 
He  takes  the  meaning  of  his  saints, 
The  language  of  their  groans. 

5  Arise,  my  soul,  from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear; 
He  calls  thee  to  his  throne  of  grace? 
To  spread  thy  sorrows  therp. 


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337.     C.  M. 

Backslidings  bewailed,  Jcr.  iii,  12—14. 

i  HOW  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 
Hus  wander'd  from  the  Lord! 
Hot  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "return:" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 
And  shall  a  pardon 'd  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Savior,  I  adore; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


338.     C.  M. 

Absence  bewailed.  Cant,  iii,  1,  2. 

1  COME,  mourning  saints,  deprest  with  wo, 
Assist  my  soul  to  sing 
The  sorrows  of  a  bleeding  heart, 
The  absence  of  her  King. 

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2  In  deepest  night  my  soul  involv'd, 

Wanders  around  the  gloom; 
And  still,  with  painful  anguish,  cries, 
"My  best  beloved,  come." 

3  Thou  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 

And  shine  with  heavenly  light; 
Thy  presence  shall  disperse  my  fears, 
And  day  shall  banish  night. 

<i<  Come,  Savior,  then,  on  wings  of  love, 
And  bear  me  far  away; 
My  spirit  springs  to  meet  her  Lord, 
And  drops  this  mortal  clay. 


339.     L.  M. 
The  mourner's  plea,  Psalm  xxv,  16. 

1  GOD  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call, 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall; 

When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless,  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint? 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless,  and  the  poor? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Does  not  thy  word  still  fix'd  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain? 

4  Poor  though  I  am,  despis'd,  forgot, 
Yet,  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 


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And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead, 


340.     P.  M. 

A  state  of  dee/i  grief,   and   afflictive    sorrow 
Job  vi,  2 — 4,  8,  9. 

1  GREAT  Author  of  my  being,    . 
Who  seest  mine  inward  care, 
The  ills  of  thy  decreeing  • 
Enable  me  to  bear; 

The  justice  of  thy  sentence 
With  meekest  awe  to  own, 
And  spend  in  deep  repentance 
My  last,  expiring  groan. 

2  The  grief  beyond  expressing. 
To  me,  to  me  impart, 

I  ask  this  only  blessing— 
A  humble,  broken  heart; 
The  spirit  of  contrition 
O  might  I  now  receive, 
For  all  my  soul's  ambition 
Is  worthily  to  grieve. 

3  Thou  know'st  my  heart's^desire 
Is  only  to  be  gone, 

And  silently  retire, 
To  live,  and  die  alone: 
No  sweet  companion  near,] 
To  catch  my  latest  sighs,        ? 
My  dying  words  to  hear, 
Orjcl^a^j  these  weary  eyes.| 


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But  O,  thou  God  of  power, 
Thou  God  of  love,  attend, 
In  that  decisive  hour, 
When  pain  with  life  shall  end: 
Thou,  only,  bear  my  burden, 
And  help  my  last  distress, 
And  give  me  back  my  pardon, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

O,  for  the  Savior's  merit, 
The  forfeiture  restore, 
And  land  my  fainting*  spirit 
On  yonder  happy  shore; 
In  safety  waft  me  over, 
To  harbor  in  thy  breast, 
And  let  rne  there  recover 
Mine  everlasting  rest. 


341.     P.  M. 
The  borders  of  desfiairt  Job  iii. 

1  O  WRETCHED  man  of  hopeless  grief, 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  fly? 
Shut  up  in  sin  and  unbelief, 
Afraid  to  live,  afraid  to  die; 
In  bitterness  of  soul  I  mourn, 
And  rue  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

%  Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead  found, 
Is  there  no  kind  physician  there, 
To  heal  my  spirit's  deepest  wound, 
To  mitigate  my  sad  despair? 
No  word  t'  assuage  my  misery, 
No  promise  of  relief  for  me? 


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3  Where  is  the  helpless  sinner's  friend? 
Where  is  the  weary  wanderer's  rest? 
Wilt  thou  not  bid  my  sorrows  end? 
Wilt  thou  not  calm  my  troubled  breast. 
And  shew  forth  all  thy  gracious  art, 
And  stamp  forgiveness  on  my  heart? 

4  I  know  not  how  thy  love  will  deal 
With  such  a  poor  backsliding  soul; 
Yet  let  me  hope  thy  blood  to  feel, 
Hope,  against  hope,  to  be  made  whole; 
And  humbly  still  thy  grace  desire, 
Or,  weeping  at  thy  feet,  expire. 


342.     P.  M. 
The  backslider's  inquiry,  Psalm  Ixxvii,  7~-9 

\  HOW  shall  a  lost  sinner,  in  pain, 
Recover  his  forfeited  peace? 
When  brought  into  bondage  again, 
What  hope  of  a  second  release? 
Will  mercy  itself  be  so  kind 
To  spare  such  a  rebel  as  me? 
And,  Oh!  can  I  possibly  find 
Such  plenteous  redemption  in  thee? 

2  O  Jesus,  of  thee  I  inquire, 
If  still  thou  art  able  to  save, 
The  brand  to  pluck  out  of  the  fire, 
And  ransom  my  soul  from  the  grave; 
The  help  of  thy  spirit  restore, 
And  shew  me  the  life-giving  blood, 
And  pardon  a  sinner  once  more, 
And  bring  me  again  unto  God, 


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5  O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

Come,  quickly,  to  help  a  lost  soul; 
To  comfort  a  mourner  appear, 
And  make  a  poor  Lazarus  whole: 
The  balm  of  thy  mercy  apply, 
(Thou  seest  the  sore  anguish  I  feel,) 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perish,  I  die; 
O  save,  or  I  sink  into  hell! 


343.    L.  M. 
Is  Efihraim  my  dear  son?  Jer.  iii,  20. 

1  RETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injur'd  Father's  face; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

He  heard  thy  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
He  heard  thy  soften'd  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Savior  bids  thy  spirit  live; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Anxl  cast  away  thy  slavish  fear: 


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'Tis  God  who  says,  "no  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 
Regain  thy  lost,  lamented  rest; 

Jehovah's  melting  bowels  yearn 

To  clasp  his  Ephraim  to  his  breast. 


344.     P.  M. 
The  backsliders  firayerfor  healing,  1  John  ii,  \* 

1  THOU  sinner's  advocate  with  God, 
Our  only  trust  is  in  thy  blood; 

Thou  all-atoning-  Lamb; 
The  virtue  of  thy  death  impart, 
Speak  comfort  to  our  drooping  heart, 

And  tell  us  all  thy  name. 

2  Give  us  thy  pardoning  love  to  feel, 
And  freely  our  backslidings  heal, 

Repair  our  faith's  decay; 
Restore  the  sweetness  of  thy  grace, 
Reveal  the  glories  of  thy  face, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

3  Speak,  Lord,  and  let  us  find  thee  near, 
O  come  and  dissipate  our  fear, 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven: 
Return,  thou  Prince  of  peace,  return? 
Thou  Comforter  of  all  that  mourn, 

And  guide  us  safe  to  heaven. 


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345.    L.  M. 
The  soul  thirsting  for  God,  Psalm  xlii,  2. 

1  I  THIRST,  bat  not  as  once  I  did, 
The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid, 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 

2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  wean'd  my  soul  from  earthly  things; 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools,  and  pomp  of  kings. 

3  I  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 


346.     L.  M. 
The  farewell  to  vanities,  Eccles.  i,  2,  3-. 

1  DEAD  be  my  heart  to  all  below, 
To  mortal  joys,  and  mortal  cares, 
To  sensual  bliss  that  charms  us  so, 
Be  dark,  my  eyes,  and  deaf,  my  ears. 

2  Here  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize: 
Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 
One  thought  of  mine,  but  to  despise. 


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3  All  earthly  joys  are  overweigh'd 
With  mountains  of  vexatious  care, 
And  where's  the  tweet  that  is  not  laicl 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare? 

4  Be  gone  for  ever,  mortal  things! 
Thou  mighty  molehill,  earth,  farewell! 
Angels  aspire  on  lofty  wings, 

And  leave  the  globe  for  ants  to  dwell. 

5  Come,  heaven,  and  fill  my  vast  desires; 
My  soul  pursues  the  sovereign  good: 
She  was  all  made  of  heavenly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  live  on  meaner  food. 


347.     P.  M 
The  supplicating  backslider,  Psalm  Ixix,  l-*-3, 

1  IN  trouble  I  seek  thee,  my  God, 
Compell'd  by  the  burden  I  bear, 
Constrain'd  by  the  stroke  of  thy  rod, 
I  groan  out  a  penitent  prayer: 

Ah!  do  not  abhor  my  sad  moan, 
Extorted,  alas!  by  distress, 
But  hear,  and  with  pity  look  down, 
And  send  me  an  answer  of  peace. 

2  What  must  a  poor  prodigal  do, 
Thy  forfeited  smile  to  regain? 
My  trouble  I  only  can  shew, 
And  tell  thee  my  sorrow  and  pain: 
I  only  for  mercy  can  cry, 

And  groan  with  the  sense  of  my  loadj 
Save,  Lord,  or  I  perish,  I  die; 
I  die  in  my  sins,  and  my  blood, 

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I  own  I  have  sinn'd  in  thy  sight, 

Have  sinn'd  against  knowledge  and  love', 

And  done  thy  good  Spirit  despite; 

Yet  look  on  my  surety  above! 

His  passion  alone  is  my  plea, 

His  free  inexhaustible  grace: — 

My  Advocate  answers  for  me, 

And  Jesus  hath  died  in  my  place. 

O  Father  of  mercies,  restore^ 

For  Jesus's  merits  alone, 

And  heal  a  backslider,  once  more, 

And  give  me  again  to  thy  Son: 

If  still  thou  art  able  to  spare, 

If  infinite  mercy  thou  art, 

Reply  to  my  penitent  prayer, 

And  whisper  thy  peace  to  my  heart. 


318.     L.  M. 
Relief  sought  and  found,  Jer.  viii,  22. 

1,  WHY  droops  my  soul,  with  guilt  opprest? 
Why  these  wild  tumults  of  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found? 

2  Yes — in  the  Gospel's  faithful  lines, 
Jehovah's  grace,  and  mercy  shines; 
There,  dress'd  in  love,  the  Savior  stands, 
With  pitying  heart  and  wooing  hands. 

3  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes, 
Behold!  the  Prince  of  glory  dies! 


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He  dies  extended  on  the  tree, 
And  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  me. 

4  Millions,  who  now  his  throne  surround. 
Here  sought  relief,  here  mercy  found; 
His  cross  dispell'd  their  gloomy  fears, 
Heal'd  all  their  wounds,  dried  all  their  t£ars. 

5  And  shall  my  trembling  soul  complain, 
"I  sought  relief,  but  sought  in  vain? 
"That  Jesus,  who  for  sinners  died, 
"Heard  all  my  groans,  and  still  denied? 

6  Dear  Savior,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die: 
But  love  forbids  that  painful  fear, 
And  grace  that  reigns  triumphant  here. 

7  Still  in  thy  heart  compassions  dwell, 
O  save  me  from  the  snares  of  hell: 
Physician  kind,  now  think  on  me, 
For  all  my  hope  is  fix'd  on  thee. 

8  Jesus,  extract  the  poison'd  dart, 
Bind  up,  and  heal  my  broken  heart; 
With  thy  free  love  my  soul  adorn, 
And  change  my  gloomy  night  to  rnprn. 


349.     P.  M. 

The  last  resolve. 


1  WEARY  of  my  sad  complaining, 
Must  I  with  my  Savior  part? 
Yield,  that  sin  be  always  reigning 
In  this  feeble,  wretched  hearfi 


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Must  I  give  the  contest  over, 
Must  I  sink  beneath  my  load, 

Calling  on  the  earth  to  cover 
A  despairing  sinner's  blood? 

2  No,  I  will  not  cease  from  crying, 

Not  till  tophet  takes  me  in; 
Still  I  pray,  though  sinking,  dying, 

Save  me,  save  me,  Lord,  from  sin: 
Bring  me  through  my  sore  temptation; 

Or,  if  I  must  see  the  pit, 
Perish  in  thine  indignation, 

Let  me  perish  at  thy  feet. 


350.     P.  M. 
Backslidings  bewailed,  Jer.  xlv,  3. 

1  GRACIOUS  God,  what  shall  I  do? 
Never  will  my  heart  prove  true! 
Never  firm,  or  constant  prove, 
Never  keep  thy  pardoning  love? 
All  my  vows  are  broke  again, 

All  my  purposes  are  vain, 
Useless  all  my  watchful  feafs, 
Lost  my  unavailing  tears. 

2  Shall  I  then  the  strife  give  o'er, 
Never  sue  for  mercy  more? 
To  my  fearful  doom  submit, 
Sink,  content,  into  the  pit? 

No,  thy  mercy  answers  no! 
Mercy  will  not  let  me  go; 
Still  thy  yearning  bowels  cry, 
"Wherefore  wilt  thou  sin  and  die:" 


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Lord,  to  thee  what  shall  I  say? 
Shall  I  promise  still  t'  obey? 
Aggravate  my  guilt  and  pain, 
Make,  to  break  my  vows  again? 
Lord  I  know  not  what  to  do! 
Only  thou  the  way  canst  shew: 
When,  and  as  thou  wilt  restore, 
Lift  me  up  to  fall  no  more. 

'Till  that  welcome  clay  I  see, 
Let  me  sorrow  after  thee; 
Weeping  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
Still  for  mercy,  mercy  cry; 
Cry,  or  make  my  speechless  moan. 
Groan  the  spirit's  deepest  groan, 
Gasp,  thy  favor  to  receive, 
Die  to  see  thy  face — and  live! 


351.     CM. 
Complaining  of  formality,  Psalm  cxix,  25, 

1  CELESTIAL  Dove,  expand  thy  wings, 

And  bear  my  heart  above 
The  world,  and.  all  its  tempting  things* 
Unworthy  of  my  love. 

2  I  see  a  radiant  crown,  design'd 

To  grace  the  victor's  brow: 
But  my  affections  look  behind 
On  trifles  left  below. 

3  Sometimes  I  bid  my  soul  arise 

To  my  Redeemer's  arms, 
To  view  the  glories  of  the  skies, 
In  their  immortal  charms; 

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4  But  oft  the  beauties  1  behold 

In  Jesus,  and  the  skies, 
Leave  my  terrene  affections  cold, 
And  heedless  of  the  prize. 

5  Eternal  truths  that  should  impress 

A  reverential  fear, 
Pass  o'er  my  mind,  but  leave  no  trace 
Of  their  importance  there. 

6  The  Gospel,  and  the  heavenly  state, 

The  terrors  of  the  law, 
Seem  insufficient  to  create 
Sweet  joy,  or  solemn  awe. 

7  Thus,  carelessly,  I  walk  along-, 

Or  trifle  on  the  road, 
While  others,  vigorous  and  strong, 
Press  on  to  meet  their  God. 

8  Celestial  Dove,  expand  thy  wings, 

And  bear  my  heart  above 
The  world,  and  all  its  tempting  things. 
Unworthy  of  my  love. 


352.     L.  M. 
Peace  after  a  storm,  Psalm  xlii,  8 11. 

WHEN  darkness  long  has  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears; 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 


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2  Strait  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  thee! 

3  Oh!  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught) 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  1  am  ready  to  repine; 

Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive; 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 


353.     C.  M. 
Praise  for  deliverance.  Psalm  xxxiv,  2 — 4. 

1  THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast; 

Let  all  that  are  distrest, 
From  my  example,  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  O  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name: 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  call'd* 
He  to  my  succor  came* 


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354.      C.  M. 

The  fLilgrim  viewing  the+firomi&ed  land,   Deut. 
iii,  27. 

1  O  FOR  a  view,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

Of  my  celestial  seat! 
"Twould  give  new  courage  to  my  hope, 
And  vigor  to  my  feet. 

2  Could  I  but  always  fix  my  eyes 

On  my  immortal  crown, 
'Twould  make  my  noblest  passions  rise, 
And  tread  opposers  down. 

3  The  frowns  of  earth  would  daunt  no  more 

Than  summer  evening  skies! 
Nor  could  their  flattering  smiles  allure 
My  feet  to  leave  the  prize. 

4  O  earth!  thy  fairest  beauty  fades, 

When  heaven  appears  in  sight! 
Thy  brightest  lustre  dies  in  shades, 
Before  celestial  light! 

5  I  scorn  the  offers  you  hold  forth, 

Your  pleasures  I  despise: 
For  mine  are  of  superior  worth, 
And  treasur'd  in  the  skies. 

6  My  spirit  stretches  all  her  wings, 

Towards  th'  eternal  shores; 
And,  weary  of  these  restless  things* 
A  land  of  peace  explores. 


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355.     L.  M. 
The  pilgrim  longing  for  heaven^    Judges  v,  28 

1   THOU  dearest  object  of  my  love, 
I  long  to  dwell  with  thee  above; 
Fain  would  I  leave  the  world,  and  rise 
To  yon  fair  mansion  in  the  skies. 

2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  peaceful  home: 

I  faint  with  toil,  and  often  say, 
"Let  not  thy  chariot  long  delay." 

3  As  one  forsaken  and  forlorn, 

Thy  absence,  dearest  Lord,  I  mourn; 
I  long  thy  blissful  face  to  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  to  thee: 

4  With  patience  I  would  wear  the  chain, 
Till  I  my  sweet  release  obtain; 

Still  waiting  for  that  blessed  day, 
When  thou  wilt  call  my  soul  away. 


356.     L.  M. 
Pilgrims  in  tribulation^  Acts  xiv,  22. 

1  O  THE  dear  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Christ  unveils  his  lovely  face! 
Ten  thousand  seraphs  at  his  feet, 
Feed  on  the  bliss  his  charms  emit. 

2  On  his  dear  wounds  the  ransom'd  gaze, 
With  silent,  rapturous,  sweet  amaze! 


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Then,  all  at  once,  their  hearts   and  tongues, 
Fill  the  eternal  space  -with  songs. 

But  O,  how  painful  is  the  road, 
Mark'd  out  to  this  divine  abode! 
Full  many  a  tear  bedews  the  cheek, 
That  pangs  of  inward  anguish  speak. 

Nor  can  a  smoother  way  be  found, 
Thro'  pleasant  fields,  o'er  flow'ry  ground; 
Whoe'er  would  leave  the  realms  below, 
In  tribualtion's  path  must  go. 


357.     P.  M. 
.  The  pilgrim's  aong>  Micah  ii,  10. 

4  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place: 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 

Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source; 

So  a  soul,  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face; 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace,. 


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Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 
Press  onward  to  the  prize: 

Soon  our  Savior  will  return, 
Triumphant  in  the  skies: 

Yet,  a  season,  and,  ye  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 

All  our  sorrows  left  below, 
And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 


358.     C.  M. 
Running  the  Christian  race,  Phil,  iii,  12 — 14, 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on: 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high: 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize, 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

3  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

4  Bless'd  Savior,  introduced  by  thee, 

Have  we  our  race  begun; 
And,  crown'd  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
We  lay  our  laurels  down. 


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359.     P.  M. 
The  spiritual  fiilgrim. 

I  HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot, 
How  free  from  anxious  care  and  thought, 

From  worldly  hope  and  fear! 
Confin'd  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell, 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  His  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  sav'd  from  self  design, 

From  every  creature  Jove! 
Bless'd  with  the  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lighten'd  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
And  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen: 
Their  honors,  wealth,  and  pleasures  mean, 

I  neither  have  nor  want. 

4  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

I  all  their  goods  despise; 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 

A  country  in  the  skies. 

5  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home: 


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For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away; 
And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest: 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Savior,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast! 


PART  IV. 

RELIGIOUS    DUTIES.        PERSONAL    AND    SOCIAL. 
SECT.    1. 

SECRET    DUTIES. 
360.       P.    M. 

Divine  contemplation. 

1  HOW  blest  the  minds,  which  daily  rise 
To  worlds  unseen,  beyond  the  skies, 

And  lose  this  vale  of  tears! 
On  heaven-taught  pinions  while  they  soan 
And  joys,  unknown  to  sense,  explore, 

How  low  the  cares  of  mortal  life! 

How  mean  its  bliss  appears! 

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2  O  for  the  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  bear  my  thoughts  and  hopes  above    | 

These  little  scenes  of  care! 
Above  these  gloomy  mists  that  rise, 
And  pain  my  heart,  and  cloud  my  eyes, 

To  see  the  dawn  of  heavenly  day, 

And  breathe  celestial  air. 

3  Yet  higher  would  I  stretch  my  flight, 
And  reach  the  sacred  courts  of  light, 

Where  my  Redeemer  reigns: 
Far-beaming  from  his  radiant  throne 
Immortal  splendors,  joys  unknown; 

With  never-fading  lustre  shine, 

O'er  all  the  blissful  plains. 

4  Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  tongues. 
There  join  in  rapture-breathing  songs, 

And  tune  the  golden  lyre 
To  Jesus,  their  exalted  Lord; 
Dear  name,  how  lov'd!  and  how  ador'dl 

His  charms  awake  the  heavenly  strain, 

And  every  note  inspire. 


361.   P.  M. 
At  night. 

\  INSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou  feeder  and  guardian  of  thine. 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
I,  sleeping  and  making,  resign; 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me, 
And,  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 


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%  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend, 
To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep: 
Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  the  throne, 
Repair  to  the  stations  assign'd, 
And  angels  elect  are  sent  down, 
To  guard  the  elect  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  worship  no  interval  knows, 
Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing; 
And,  while  they  protect  my  repose, 
They  chaunt  to  the  praise  of  my  King: 
I  too,  at  the  season  ordain'd, 
Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join; 
And  love  and  adore,  without  end, 
Their  faithful  Creator  and  mine. 


362.     P.  M. 
Renouncing  (he  world. 

1  TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 

The  things  I  lov'd  before; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Savior's  face, 
And  ieel  his  animating  grace, 

And  1  desire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enrolled  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 


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3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  tow'rs, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bow'r^ 

For  these  are  trifling  things; 
The  little  room  for  me  designed 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowded  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts  and  gaudy  dress, 

Extravagance  and  waste; 
My  little  table  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome  bread, 
Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  the  Bible  in  my  hand, 
A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

And  faith  to  trust  the  Lord; 
I'd  set  alone  from  day  to  day, 
Nor  urge  my  company  to  stay, 

Nor  wish  to  rove  abroad. 


363.     P.  M. 
Solid  joy  s,  Jer.  xv,  16. 

1  I  QUIT  the  world's  fantastic  joys, 
Her  honors  are  but  idle  toys, 

Her  bliss  an  empty  shade! 
Like  meteors,  in  the  midnight  sky, 
That  glitter  for  a  while,  and  die, 

Her  glcries  flash  and  fade. 

2  Let  feols  for  riches  strive  and  toil, 
Let  gfteedy  minds  divide  the  spoil, 

'Tis  ail  too  mean  fer  me; 


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Above  the  earth,  above  the  skies, 
My  bold,  ambitious  wishes  rise 
To  heaven,  my  God,  and  thee. 

3  O  source  of  glory,  life  and  love! 
When  to  thy  courts  I  mount  above, 

On  contemplation's  wings, 
I  look,  with  generous  disdain, 
On  all  the  pleasures  of  the  vain, 

On  all  the  pomp  of  kings. 

$,  Thy  beauties  rising  in  my  sight, 
Divinely  sweet,  divinely  bright, 

With  rapture  fill  my  breast: 
Though  robVd  of  all  my  wordly  store: 
In  thee  I  never  can  be  poor, 
But  must  be  ever  blest. 


364.     P.  M. 
The  farewell  to  a  vain  world,  Heb.  xi,  14. 

1  O  TELL  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store; 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  is  now  o'er. 

2  A  country  I've  found 
Where  true  joys  abound; 

To  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

3  The  souls  that  believe 
In  paradise  live, 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive, 

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iviy  soul,  don't  delay- 
He  calls  thee  away; 
Rise,  follow  thy  Savior,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 


365.     C.  M. 
The  request. 

1  FATHER,  what'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise: 

2  "Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

"From  every  murmur  free: 
"The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
"And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

"My  hie  and  death  attend; 
"Thy  presence  thro'  my  journey  shine, 
"And  crown  my  journey's  end." 


SECT.    2. 

RESIGNATION— SELF  DENIAL— PATIENCE- 
SUBMISSION,  TRUSTING     AND  VARIOUS 
OTHER    DUTIES. 

366.       C.    M. 

Resignation;  or,  God  our  portion, 

1  MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy5 
Great  God  are  in  thy  hand; 


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My  choicest  comforts  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 

2  If  thou  shouldst  take  them  all  away, 
Yet  would  I  not  repine; 
Before  they  were  possess'd  by  mc, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 
Though  the  whole  world  were  gone; 
But  seek  enduring  happiness 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

4  What  is  the  world  with  all  its  store? 

'Tis  but  a  bitter  sweet; 
When  I  attempt  to  pluck  the  rose, 
A  pricking  thorn  I  meet. 

5  Here  perfect  bliss  can  ne'er  be  found, 

The  honey's  mix'd  with  gall; 
Midst  changing  scenes  and  dying  friends, 
Be  thou  my  all  in  all. 


367.     L.  M. 
Resignation,  Psalm  cxvl,  7. 

\  IN  God,  my  soul,  behold  thy  rest, 
Nor  hope  for  bliss  below  the  sky: 
Come,  resignation,  to  my  breast, 
And  silence  every  plaintive  sigh. 

2  Parent  of  good,'tis  thine  to  give 
These  cheerful  graces  to  the  mind: 
Smile  on  my  soul,  and  bid  me  live- 
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S  Thy  smile,— sweet  dawn  of  endless  day! 
Can  make  my  weary  spirit  blest; 
While  in  my  Father's  hand  I  stay, 
And  in  his  love  securely  rest. 

4  Then  cheerful  shall  my  heart  survey 
The  toils  and  clangers  of  the  road; 
And  patient  keep  the  heavenly  way, 
Which  leads  me  homewards  to  my  God. 


368.     C.  M. 
A  resigned  and  submissive  heart,  Psa.  cxix,  8CV 

1  O  FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God! 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that's  sprinkled  with  the  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me! 

2  A  heart:  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life,  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  fill'd  with  love  divine, 
Devout,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 


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5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 

And  melts  at  human  wo: 
Jesus,  for  thee  distress'd  I  am, 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

6  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 

Come  quickly  from  above, 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new  best  name  of  love. 


369.     P.  M. 
The  rebel  surrendering  to  grace.  Acts  ix,  6. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compell'd, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee: 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love? 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been: 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdu'd, 
A  bleeding  Savior  I  have  view'd, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  My  will,  conform'dto  thine,  would  move; 
On  thee  my  hope,  desire,  and  love, 

In  fix'd  attention,  join: 
My  hands,  my  eyes,  my  ears,  my  tongue, 
Have  Satan's  servants  beer,  too  long, 

But  now  they  shall  be  thine. 


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370.     C.  M. 
Ksigning  all  for  Christ,  Phil,  iii,  7. 

1  LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue. 

It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admirM  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
Now  I  have  seen  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  conceal'd; 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fix'd  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me? 

6  Yes!  though  of  sinners  I'm  the  worst, 

I  cannot  doubt  thy  will, 
Jor  if  thou  hadst  not  lov'd  me  first, 
I  had  refus'd  thee  still. 


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371.    P.  M. 
Submission  to  the  stroke  of  God,  2  Kings  iv,  26. 

1  GLORY  to  that  victorious   grace, 
Thro'  which  a  worm  can  all  things  do. 
I  stand  o'erwhelm'd  with  vast  amaze, 
And  scarce  believe  the  wonder  true: 

I  cheerfully  my  all  resign,-  _ 
And  triumph  in  the  will  divine! 

2  My  dearest  child,  my  joy,  my  hope, 
He  liv'd  my  yearning  heart's  desire, 
Yet  lol  I  gladly  yield  him  up^ 

No  longer  mine,  if  God  require, 
And  with  a  sudden  stroke  remove, 
Whom  only  less  than  God  I  love. 

3  Nature  would  cry,  My  son,  my  son!* 
O  that  I  now  had  died  for  thee! 
But  faith  replies,  His  will  be  done, 
Who  lent  the  blessing  first  to  me; 
Lent,  a*d  resumes,  it  is  the  Lord! 
His  will  be  done,  his  name  aaWd! 

4  With  all  my  soul,  O  Lord,  I  give 
The  child  thy  love  hath  snatch'd  away; 
On  earth  I  would  not  have  him  live, 
With  me  I  would  not  have  him  stay: 
The  sacrifice  long  since  was  o'er, 

I  stand  to  what  1  gave  before. 

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372.     P.  M, 


Self  dedication  after  recovery  from  a  danger 
ous  illness,  Phil,  ii,  27. 

1  ALL  hail,  thou  lengthener  of  my  days! 
Thy  clear  preserving  love  I  praise, 

And  thankfully  receive 
The  present  of  my  life  restor'd; 

0  may  I  spend  it  for  my  Lord, 
And  to  thy  glory  live. 

2  No  other  end  of  life  I  know, 

1  would  hot  live  one  hour  below, 

But  to  declare  thy  praise; 
To  suffer  all  thy  glorious  will, 
And  all  thy  counsel  to  fulfil, 

And  publish  all  thy  grace. 

3  For  this  ray  soul  exults  in  hope, 
Joyful  to  take  her  burden  up, 

And  still  her  flesh  to  bear; 
Ready  but  now  to  take  her  flight, 
And  spring  into  the  realms  of  light; 

And  see  thy  glory  there. 

4  Yet,  since  thy  will  ordains  it  so, 
Ev'n  heaven  I  can  a  while  forego. 

Yes,  heaven  itself,  for  thee; 
Thy  v^ood  and  perfect  will  to  prove; 
To  do  thy  will,  like  those  above, 

Is  heaven  enough  for  me. 


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373.     P.  M. 
Self-denial  desired. 

1  FOUNTAIN  of  good,  from  thee  alone 
Our  every  gift  and  comfort  flows; 
Whate'er  we  fondly  call  our  own 
Thy  freely  streaming  grace  bestows; 
Thy  blessings  all  through  Christ  descend, 
Our  heavenly  and  eternal  friend. 

2  O  may  I  never,  never  seek 

My  own  delight,  my  own  applause; 

But  prompt  thy  gifts  to  render  back, 

To  nail  my  Isaac  to  the  cross; 

My  all  of  comfort  to  resign, 

And  say,  Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine 

3  Refrain  my  soul  and  keep  it  low, 
Wean'd  as  a  child  from  creature  good, 
Thee,  only  thee  resolv'd  to  know, 

My  Jesus,  and  thy  sprinkled  blood; 
All  other  comforts  I  disdain, 
And  more  than  all  in  thee  I  gain. 

4  What  are  thy  gifts,  compar'd  to  thee! 
A  beam  from  that  bright  shining  sun! 
A  drop  from  that  unfathom'd  sea! 
Fountain  of  life,  and  iove  unknown! 
Into  thy  depths,  O  God,  I  fall! 

O  God,  thou  art  my  all  in  all. 
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374.     P.  M. 
Trusting  for  pardon,  Tsa.  H,  5. 

i  FATHER,  to  thee,  in  Christ,  I  fly, 
What  though  my  sins  of  crimson  dye, 

For  thy  resentment  call? 
My  crimes  he  did  on  Calvary  bea 
The  blood  that  fWd  for  sinners  there 

Shall  cleanse  Hie  from  them  all. 

2  Spirit  divine,  thy  work  begin,     ' 
O  raise  me  from  this  depth  ot  sin, 

Take  off  my  guilty  load: 
Now  let  me  live  through  Jesus  death, 
And,  being  justified  by  faith, 

May  I  have  peace  with  God. 

3  Foul  as  I  am,  deserving  hell, 

Thou  canst  not  from  thy  throne  repel 

A  soul  that  leans  on  God; 
My  sins,  at  thy  command  shall  be 
Cast  as  a  stone  into  the  sea— 

The  sea  of  Jesus'  blood. 

375.     L.  M. 
Trusting  in  the  God  of  truth,  Psalm  cxlvi, 

i  YE  sons  of  Zion,  praise  the  Lord, 
Come  tune  your  songs  in  sweet  accord,' 
Awake,  my  soul,  awake  and  join 
The  sacred  hymn,  in  notes  divine. 


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2  No  more  in  princes  vainly  trust, 
Frail  sons  of  earth;  man  is  but  dus,t, 
With  all  his  pride,  with  all  hi*  power. 
The  helpless  creature  of  an  hour. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  divine 
On  Israel's  guardian  God  recline; 
Who  can,  with  sacred  transport,  say 
This  God  is  mine,  my  help,  my  stay. 

4  Heaven,  esrth,  and  sea  declare  his  name, 
He  built  and  fill'd  their  spacious  frame; 
But  o'er  creation's  fairest  lines 

His  steadfast  truth  unchanging  shines, 

5  The  Lord  shall  reign  for  ever  king, 
And  age  to  age  his  glory  sing; 
Thy  God  alone,  O  Sion,  reigns,  _ 
Resound  his  praise  in  joyful  strains. 

376.     C.  M. 

Praying  for  the  light  of  God's  countenance. 

Psal.  iv,  6. 

P  ETERNAL  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Display  thy  beams  divine, 
And  cause  the  glory  of  thy  face 
Upon  my  heart  to  shine. 

2  Light,  in  thy  light,  O  may  I  see, 
Thy  grace  and  mercy  prove, 
Reviv'd,  and  cheer'd,  and  blest  by  thee, 
The  God  of  pardoning  love. 


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3  Lift  up  thy  countenance  serene, 

And  let  the  happy  child 
Behold,  without  a  cloud  between, 
The  Godhead  reconcil'd. 

4  That  all  comprising  peace  bestow 

On  me,  through  grace  forgiven; 
The  joys  o£  holiness  bolow, 
And  then  the  joys  of  heaven. 


'       37/.     P.  M. 
The  firayer  of  faith,  Isaiah  xvii,  7. 

1  O  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith,' 
Wilt  thou  not  save  my  soul  from  death, 

My  soul,  that  rests  on  thee? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 

And  suffer'd  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood: 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Jhen  sn^tch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolation  send; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend/* 


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The  king  of  terors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

That  bids  me  come  away; 
Unclogg'd,  and  leaving  earth  afar, 
I'd  mount  upon  his  sable  car, 

To  everlasting  day. 


378.     C.  M. 

What   is   impossible   with  men  is  possible    with 
God,  Matt,  xix,  26;  Mark  x,  27;  Luke  xviii,  27. 

1  WHAT  though  I  cannot  break  my  chain, 

Or  e'er  throw  off  my  load; 
The  things  impossible  to  men, 
Are  possible  to  God. 

2  Who,  who  shall  in  thy  presence  stand, 

Or  match  Omnipotence; 
Unfold  the  grasp  of  thy  right  hand, 
And  pluck  the  sinner  thence? 

3  Faith  to  be  heal'd  I  fain  would  have, 

O  might  it  now  be  given; 
Thou  canst,  thou  canst  the  sinner  save, 
And  make  me  meet  for  heaven. 

4  Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thousand  ties, 

Yet  let  me  hear  thy  call; 
My  soul  in  confidence  shall  rise, 
Shall  rise,  and  break  through  all. 

Thou  canst  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine, 
Thou  wilt  victorious  prove: 
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For  everlasting  strength  is  thine, 
And  everlasting  love. 


379.     P.  M. 
Believing  against  fear,  Hab."  iii,  17,  18: 

1  AWAY,  my  unbelieving  fear! 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  take  place! 
My  Savior  doth  not  yet  appear, 
He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face: 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 
And  basely  to  the  temper  yield? 
No — in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no-—. 
1  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 

The  withering  fig-tree,  droop  and  die, 
The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil; 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 
And  perish  all  the  bleating  race; 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 

3  Barren  although  my  soul  remain 
And  not  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 
But  sin,  abounding  sin  were  here; 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost, 
My  blooming  joys  cut  off  I  see, 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Savior  trust, 

Whose  matchless  grace  can  reach  to  me. 


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In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 
His  promis'd  mercy  will  I  claim; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up 
To  seek  salvation  in  his  name; 
Soon,  O  dear  Savior,  bring  it  nigh, 
My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind; 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high> 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


380.     P.  M. 
Humility,  Matt,  xviii,  4. 

1  LORD,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 

I  shall  as  my  Master  be, 
Rooted  in  humility. 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Chang'd  into  a  little  child; 
Pleas'd  with  all  the  Lord  provides, 
Wean'd  from  all  the  world  besides. 


381.     L.  M. 
Patience,  James  v,  7,  8,  10,  11. 

1  DEAR  Lord,  though  bitter  is  the  cup 
Thy  gracious  hand  deals  out  to  me, 
I  cheerfully  would  drink  it  up; 
That  cannot  hurt  which  comes  from  thee. 


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2  Dash  it  with  thine  unchanging  love, 
Let  not  a  drop  of  wrath  be  there; 
The   saints  for  ever  bless'd  above 
Were  often  most  afflicted  here. 

3  From  Jesus  thine  incarnate  Son, 
I'll  learn  obedience-  to  thy  will; 
And  humbly  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 
When  its  severest  strokes  I  feel. 


382.     C.  M. 
Zealy  Gal.  iv,  18. 

1  WHILE  carnal  men  with  all  their  might. 

Earth's  vanities  pursue, 
How  slow  th'  advances  which  I  make, 
With  heaven  itself  in  view. 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  holy  zeal; 

Great  God,  my  love  inflame; 
Religion,  without  zeal  and  love, 
Is  but  an  empty  name. 

3  To  gain  the  top  of  Zion's  hill 

May  I  with  fervor  strive; 
And  all  these  powers  employ  for  thee, 
Which  I  from  thee  derive! 


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SECT.   3. 


©N    MAKING  A  PROFESSION  OF  RELIGION. 
383.      C.  M. 

Self-denial,  Mark  viii,  34;  Luke  ix,  23. 

1  AND  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee? 
It  is  but  right  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Yes,  let  it  go— one  look  from  thee 
Will  more  than  make  amends, 

For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 

3  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 

How  worthless  they  appear 
Compar'd  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair! 

4  Savior  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
A  single  smile  obtain, 

Tho'  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 


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384.     C.     M. 

Difficulties  in  the  way  of  duty,  surmounted— 
Hinder  me  not,  Gen.  xxiv,  56.* 

1  [WHEN  Abraham's  servant  to  procure 

A  wife  for  Isaac  went, 
He  met  Rebecah— . told  his  wish,— 
Her  parents  gave  consent. 

2  Yet  for  ten  days  they  urg'd  the  man 

His  journey  to  delay; 
"Hinder  me  not"  he  quick  reply'd, 
"Since  God  hath  crown'd  the  way. 

3  'Twas  thus  I  cry'd,  when  Christ  the  Lord, 

My  soul  to  him  did  wed; 
"Hinder  me  not"  nor  friends  nor  ^  foes, 
Since  God  my  way  hath  sped  " 

4  "Stay,"  says  the  world,  "and  taste  a  while 

•'My  every  pleasant  sweet;" 

"Hinder  me  riot,"  my  soul  replies, 

"Because  the  way  is  great." 

5  "Stay,"  Satan  my  old  master  cries, 

"Or  iorce  shall  thee  detain; 
"Hinder  me  not,'*  I  will  be  gone, 
"My  God  hath  broke  thy  chain."] 

6  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue; 
Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

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7  Thro'  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
"Hinder  me  not"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Tho'  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

8  Thro'  duty  and  thro'  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
"Hinder  me  not"  for  I  am  bound, 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

9  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
"Hinder  me  not"  come  welcome  death; 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


385.     L.  M. 
Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  JESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Twas  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star!  bid  darkness  flee, 


4  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend 


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No;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain! 

And  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me! 

7  (His  institutions  would  I  prize, 

Take  up  my  cross— the  shame  despise; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws.) 


386.     L.  M. 

Zeal  for  Christ;  or,  Peter  and  John  following 
their  Master  ^  John  xxi,  18 — 20. 

1  BLEST  men,  who  stretch  their  willing  hands 
Submissive  to  their  Lord's  commands, 
And  yield  their  liberty  and  breath, 

To  him  that  lov'd  their  souls  in  death! 

2  Lead  me  to  suffer,  and  to  die, 

If  thou,  my  gracious  Lord,  art  nigh: 
One  smiie  from  thee  my  heart  shall  fire, 
And  teach  me  smiling  to  expire. 

3  If  nature  at  the  trial  shake, 

And  from  the  cross  or  flames  draw  back, 


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Grace  can  its  feeble  courage  raise;, 
And  turn  its  tremblings  into  praise. 

4  While  scarce  I  dare  with  Peter  say, 
"I'll  boldly  tread  the  bleeding  way;" 
Yet  in  thy  steps,  like  John  I'd  move, 
With  humble  hope,  and  silent  love. 


part  v. 

ON    SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

SECT.     1. 
FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

385.     C.  M. 
Going  to  a  new  habitation. 

1  GREAT  God,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tem3 

Let  us  an  altar  raise;  v' 

And  there  with  humble  frame  present 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise, 

2  To  thee  we  give  our  health  and  strength^ 

While  strength  and  health  shall  last, 
For  future  mercies  humbly  trust. 
Nor  e'er  forget  the  past. 


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386.     C.     M. 
Grateful  morning  worship. 

1  LORD  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise 

Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days* 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  Preserv'd  by  thine  almighty'arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene,  and  safe  from  every  harm, 
And  see  returning  light. 

3  While  many  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes; 
In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  mine  eyes, 
And  undisturb'd  repose. 

4  When    sleep,   death's  semblance,  o'er   me 

And  I  unconscious  lay,  [spread 

Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  O  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend; 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

$  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
\Vith  gratitude  and  praise. 


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387.     C.  M. 
tfymn  for  the  mornings  Psalm  v,  3. 
\  GREAT  God!  my  early  vows  to  thee 
With  gratitude  I'll  bring; 
And  atrthe  rising  dawn  of  day 
Thy  lofty  praises  sing. 

2  Thou  round  the  heavenly  arch  dost  dratf 

A  dark  and  sable  veil, 
And  all  the  beauties  of  the  world 
From  mortal  eyes  conceal. 

3  Again  the  sky,  with  golden  beams, 

Thy  skilful  hands  adorn, 
And  paint  with  cheerful  splendor  gay 
The  fair  ascending  morn* 

4  And  as  the  gloomy  night  returns, 

Or  smiling  day  renews, 
Thy  constant  goodness  stUl  my  soul 
With  benefits  pursues. 

5  For  this  will  I  my  vows  to  thee 

With  evening  incense  bring; 
And  at  the  rising  dawn  of  day 
Thy  lofty  praises  sing. 


338.     L.  M. 

For  the  morning,  Psalm  iii,  5. 

1    IN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 
I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night; 
Again  I  see  the  breaking  shade, 
I  drink  agajn  the  morning  light. 


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2.  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread; 
And  apread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze> 
Where  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

3  A  deeper  shade  shall  soon  impend, 
A  deeper  sleep  my  eyes  oppress; 

Yet  then  thy  strength  shall  still  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  delight  to  bless. 

4  That  deeper  shade  shall  break  away, 
That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  my  eyes: 
Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day, 

Thy  love  the  rapture  of  the  skies, 


389.     C.  M. 
An  evening  hijmn,  Psalm  iv,  8. 

1  THOU  unexhausted  mine  of  bliss, 

From  whence  all  comforts  flow; 
Inspire  us  with  that  perfect  peace, 
Which,only  christians  know. 

2  The  curtains  of  thy  love  extend 

Around  our  calm  abode: 

As  we  began  so  may  we  end 

Our  every  day  with  God. 

3  Our  lives  unhurt,  thy  hand  hath  kept  j 

Accept  the  praise  we  pay, 

For  all  the  dangers  we  escap'd, 

And  mercies  of  the  day.  . 


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4  Far,  far  away" the  temper  chase* 

Our  souls  from  terror  keep; 
Let  angels  keep  this  hallow'd  place, 
And  guard  us  when  we  sleep. 

5  Prepare  us  for  the  bed  of  death, 

The  way  our  father's  trod, 
That  when  we  yield  our  latest  breath, 
We  mav  be  found  with  God. 


390.     P.  M. 
An  evening  hym?i,  Psalm  iv,  4,  5. 

\  KIND  guardian  of  my  nights  and  days, 
Accept  my  evening  song  of  praise, 

And  all4my  slumbers  bless; 
O  let  sweet  converse,  Lord,  with  thee, 
Joy  to  my  wakeful  moments  be, 
And  all  my  heart  possess. 

2  My  God  can,  with  a  midnight  psalm, 
Cheer  restless  intervals,  and  calm 

My  soul  to  sweet  repose; 
O  how  does  one  enlivening  ray 
From  him,  turn  darkness  into  dayj 

To  songs  of  joy  my  woes! 

S  If  here  another  dawn  I  see, 
I'll  give  myself  afresh  to  thee; 

Or  if  death  close  my  eyes, 
O  grant  my  soul  to  spring  away 
To  thee,  in  everlasting  day, 
Thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
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4  Jesus,  in  life  and  death  my  trust, 

Shall  watch  and  wake  my  sleeping-  dust, 

And  raise  it  like  his  own; 
O  spring,  bless'd  morning,  spring  to  light. 
When  sin,  fatigue,  doubt,  sleep,  and  night, 

Shall  never  more  be  known. 


391.     P.M. 

Saturday  evening. 

\  SAFELY,  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek 
On  th'  approaching  sabbath  day; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2.  When  the  morn  shall  bid  us  rise. 
May  we  feel  thy  presence  near! 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
When  we  in  thy  house  appear! 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

5  May  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints: 
Thus  may  all  our  sabbaths  prove f 
Till  we  join  the  church  above! 


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S92.    L.  M. 
Praise  for  domestic  blessings,  Gen.  xviii,  19. 

1  FATHER  of  men,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace; 
From  thee  they  sprung,  and  fcy  thy  hand 
Their  root  and  branches  are  sustain'd. 

2  To  God  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd; 

Who,  Lord  of  heaven,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

2  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night,  present  its  vows: 
Our  servants  there,  and  rising  race, 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  glorious  name; 
While  pleas'd,  and  thankful,  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 


39i.     L.  M. 

Gratitude  for  distinguishing  preservation^ 
Cant,  xi,  10,  11. 

1  RECORD,  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  power, 
Whose  winds  and  waves  obey  his  will; 
He  bids  the  awful  tempest  roar, 
His  voice  the  wildest  storm  can  still. 


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2  View,  O  my  soul,  with  wonder  view 
The  roaring  billows  round  thee  tost: 
And  bless  his  mercies,  ever  new, 
While  thou  art  sav'd,  and  others  lost 

3  Speak  to  my  heart,  dear  Lord,  and  say* 
"The  rain  is  gone  the  tempest's  o'er; 
"Come,  my  beloved,  come  away, 
''Satan  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more!" 

4  "Fear  not,  I'll  guard  thy  helpless  head, 
"Whilst  life,  and  all  its  conflicts  last: 
"And  when  the  raging  winds  are  fled, 
"Thy  soul  shall  sing  of  dangers  past'* 


SECT.    2. 

Public  worship,    the  church  describe^ 

394.     P.  M. 
On  opening  a  place  of  worship. 

I       IN  sweet  exalted  strains 

The  King  of  glovy  praise; 

O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Thro'  everlasting  days: 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls, 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles 


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To  earth  he  bends  his  throng 
His  throne  of  grace  divine; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine: 
Fair  Salem,  stiJl  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 

Then,  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 

This  temple  as  thy  dome, 

This  people  as  thy  own: 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  shew, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

Here,  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend 

All  fragrant  to  the  skies: 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

Here  may  th'  attentive  throng 

Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 

And  converts  join  the  song 

Of  seraphims  above, 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

Here  may  our  unborn  sons 
And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polish'd  stones, 
Thro*  long  succeeding  days; 
Here  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  menador*. 


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395.     L.  M. 
The  haflfri?iess  of  humble  worship,  Psalm  lxxxiv* 

1  HOW  lovely,  how  divinely  sweet, 
O  Lord,  thy  sacred  courts  appear! 
Fain  would  my  longing  passions  meet 
The  glories  of  thy  presence  there. 

2  O,  blest  the  men,  blest  their  employ, 
Whom  thy  indulgent  fovors  raise 
To  dwell  in  these  abodes  of  joy, 
And  sing  thy  never  ceasing  praise. 

3  Happy  the  men  whom  strength  divine, 
With  ardent  love  and  zeal  inspires; 
Whose  steps  to  thy  blest  way  incline,  " 
With  willing  hearts  and  warm  desires. 

4  One  day  within  thy  sacred  gate, 
Affords  more  real  joy  to  me, 

Than  thousands  in  the  tents  of  state; 
The  meanest  place  is  bliss  with  theei 

5  God  is  a  sun;  our  brightest  day 
From  his  reviving  presence  flows; 
God  is  a  shield  thro'  all  the  way, 
To  guard  us  from  surrounding  foes. 

6  He  pours  his  kindest  blessings  down, 
Profusely  down  on  souls  sincere; 

And  grace  shall  guide,  and  glory  crown 
The  happy  favorites  of  his  care. 

7  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thou  God  of  grace, 
How  blest,  divinely  blest,  is  he, 

Who  trusts  thy  love,  and  seeks  thy  face* 
And  fixes  all  his  hopes  on  thee? 


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396.     L.  M. 
On  opening  a  new  place  of  worship.  Psalm 
lxxxvii,  5. 
1  AND  will  the  great  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne, 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own? 

3  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace, 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us,  sinful  mortals,  near. 

3  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praisel 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

4  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends 
To  conquer  fqes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 

$  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here, 


397.     C.  M. 
On  opening  a  new  place. 
1  DEAR  Shepherd  of  thy  people  hear, 
Thy  presence  now  display; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 


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2  Shew  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  from  above; 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  And  may  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
To  come  and  fill  the  place. 


398.     C.  M. 
Asking  the  waij  to  Sion,  Jer.  i.  5. 

1  INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way, 

That  leads  to  Sion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determin'd  will. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 

Your  pious  march  to  join; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  O  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there; 
Bofore  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer! 


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4  O  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  Gocl 
In  everlasting  bands, 
\cccpt  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 


599.     C.  M. 
The  Lord's  presence,  Ezek.  xlviii,  35< 

AS  birds  their  infant  brood  protect, 
And  spread  their  wings  to  shelter  themj 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  his  elect, 
"So  will  I  guard  Jerusalem." 

2  And  what  then  is  Jerusalem, 

"  This  darling  object  of  his  care? 
Where  is  its  worth  in  God's  esteem? 
Who  built  it?  who  inhabits  there. 

3  Jehovah  founded  it  in  blood, 
The  blood  of  his  incarnate  Son; 

There  dwell  the  saints,  once  foes  to  God, 
The  sinners  whom  he  calls  his  own. 

4  There,  though  besieg'd  on  every  side, 
Yet  much  belov'd  and  guarded  well; 
From  age  to  age  they  have  defy'd 
The  utmost  force  of  earth  and  hell. 

p  Let  earth  repent,  and  hell  despair; 

This  city  has  a  sure  defence;     _  ^ 

Her  name  is  call'd,  «  the  Lord  is  there, 
\nd  who  has  pow'f  to  drive  them  hcjice. 

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SECT.    4.* 

HYMNS  BEFORE  SERMON. 
400.       C.    M. 

A  blessing  implored*  Cant,  iv,   16. 

1  NOW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  fire, 
Descending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  inspire, 
With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love? 

%  Wake,  heavenly  wind,  arise,  and  come, 
Blow  on  the  drooping  field; 
Our  spices  then  shall  breathe  perfume; 
And  fragrant  incense  yield. 

3  Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 
That  shall  proclaim  thy  word; 
And  bid  us  all  devoutly  keep 
Attention  to  the  Loro*. 


401.     C.  M. 
1  Cor.  iii,    6,   7. 


1   In  vain  J/iollos'   silver  tongue, 
^~nd  pauls'    with  strains  profound, 
Diffuse  among  the  listening  throng, 
The  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 

*  Sect.  3,  S$e  part  First  of  this  work, 


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Jesus,  the  work  is  wholly  thine 

To  form  the  heart  anew; 
Now   let  thy  sovereign  graces  divine 

Each  stubborn  soul  subdue. 


402.     S.  M. 
He  beheld  the  city  and  we/it  over  it,  John  xix,4T 

1  DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep? 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth   from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 
Angels  witn  wonder  see! 

Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3       He  wspt,  that  we  might  weep, 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear; 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there, 


403.  C.  M. 

Looking  for  a  blessing. 

1  NOW,  Lord,  inspire  the  preacher's  heart 
And  teach  his  tongue  to  speak; 
Food  to  the  hungry  soulimpart, 
And  cordials  to  the  weak, 


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S  Furnish  us  all  with  light  and  powers, 
To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways; 
So  shall  the  benefit  be  ours, 
And  thou  shalt  have  the  praise. 


404.     P,  M. 

A  blessing  requested. 

1  COME,  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed: 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed; 

From  the  Gospel, 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 

2  Help  us  all  to  ask  the  blessing 

Which  thou  waitest  now  to  give: 
May  we  all  thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive, 

And  for  ever 
To   thy  praise  and  glory  live* 

3  Then,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven. 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Reign  with   Christ  in  endless  day. 


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SECT.    6.t 
FOR    CHURCH    MEETINGS. 

405.     L.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  covenant  engagements,  2  Chrort* 
xv,   15. 

6  O  HAPPY  day  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee  my  Savior,  and  my  God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice. 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  [O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  this  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine*  I  move,  j 

3  'Tis  done;  the  great  transaction's  done^ 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine; 

He  drew  me  and  \  follow'd  on, 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest  my  long-divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  partj 
When  cali'd  on  angel's  bread  to  feast? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear; 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

f  Sect.  5.      See  the  Conclusion  of  this  work. 
•  Place  of  worship. 

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406.     L.  M. 
At  a  church  meeting,  before  experience. 

1  NOW  we  arc  met  in  holy  fear 
To  hear  the  liappy  saints  declare 
The  free  compassions  of  a  God, 
The  virtues  of  a  Savior's  blood. 

2  Jesus,  assist  them  now  to  tell 

What  they  have  felt,  and  hoiv  they  feel^ 
O  Savior,  help  them  to  express 
The  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 

3  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 
What  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done.j 
We  join  to  praise  eternal  love, 

And  heighten   all  the  joys  above. 


407.     C.  IVL 
After  experience. 

1  DEAR  Savior,  we  rejoice  to  hear 

Poor  sinners  sweetly  tell 
How  thou  art  pleas'd  to  save  from  sin? 
From  sorrow,  death,  and  hell. 

2  Lord,  we  unite  to  praise  thy  name 

For  grace  so  freely  giv'n; 
Still  may  we  keep  in  Zion's  road. 
And  dwell  at  last  in  heav'n. 


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408.     C.  M. 
Will  ye  also  go  away?  John  vi,  67*", 

1  WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

(Alasl  what  numbers  do!) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Savior  say, 
"Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 

2  Ah,  Lord!  with  such  a  heart  as  mincj 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  The  help  of  men  and  angels  join'dj 
Could  never  reach  my  case; 

Nor  can  I  hope  relief  to  find, 
But  in  thy  boundless  grace. 

4  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest. 
And  bid  my  fears  depart; 

No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest. 
And   satisfy  my  heart. 


409.     L.     M. 

To  whom  shall  we  go?  John  vi,  66— .68 

\  THOU  only  sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  refuge  my  almighty  friend,. — 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend; 


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3  Whither,  ah!  whither  shall  I  go, 
A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord! 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  wo, 
One  glimse  of  happiness  afford? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart,- 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine* 
While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

5  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 
Thou  art  my  life,  fny  joy,  my  care; 
Depart  from  thee — 'tis  death— 'tis  more, 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 


410.     P.  M. 

The  completing  of  the  spiritual  temple,  Zech. 
iv,  7. 

I       SING  to  the  Lord  above, 

Who  deigns  on  earth  to  raise 
A  temple  to  his  love, 
A  monument  of  praise: 
Ye  saints  around,  through  all  its  frame, 
Harmonious  sound  the  Bidder's  name* 


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Beneath  his  eye  and  car6 

The  edifice  shall  rise 

Majestic,  strong,  and  fair, 

And  shine  above  the  skies: 
There  shall  he  place  the  polish'd  stone 
Ordain'd  the  work,  of  grace  to  crown 


baptism. 

411.     P.  M. 

Christ  baptised  in  Jordan** 

1  IN  Jordan's  tide  the  baptist  stands, 

Immersing  the  repenting  Jews; 
The  Son  of  God  the  rite  demands, 

Nor  dares  the  holy  man  refuse: 
Jesus  descends  beneath  the  wave, 
The  emblem  of  his  future  grave. 

2  Wonder,  ye  heavens!  your  Maker  lies 

In  deeps  conceal'd  from  human  view; 
Ye  saints,  behold  him  sink  and  rise, 

A  fit  example  thus  for  you: 
The  sacred  record,  while  you  read, 
Calls  you  to  imitate  the  deed. 

*The  alterations  in  this,  and  several  of  the  following^ 
hymns  on  baptism,  were  made  by  the  Rev.  Mr.  Turner  of 
Abington. 


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Butlo!  from  yonder  opening  skies, 
What  beams  of  dazzling  glory  spread! 

Dovelike  the  eternal  Spirit  flies, 

And  lights  on  the  Redeemer's  head; 

Amaz'd  they  see  the  power  divine, 

Around  the  Savior's  temple  shine. 

But  hark,  my  soul,  hark  and  adore  ! 

What  sounds  are  those  that  roll  along, 
Not  like  loud  Sinai's  awful  roar, 

But  soft  and  sweet  as  Gabriel's  songJ 
"This  is  my  well-beloved  Son, 
"I  see  well-pleas'd  what  he  hath  done." 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  spoke, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  a  nod; 

Thro'  parting  skies  the  accents  broke* 
And  bid  us  hear  the  Son  of  God: 

O  hear  the  awful  word  today, 

Hear  all  ye  nations,  and  obey! 


412.     P.  M. 
Thus  it  become th  us,  &c.  Matt,  iii,  15* 

1  THUS  it  became  the  Prince  of  grace, 
And  thus  should  all  the  favor'd  race 

High  heaven's  command  fulfil; 
For  that  the  condescending  God 
Should  lead  his  followers  thro'  the  flood. 

Was  heaven's  eternal  will. 

2  'Tis  not  as  led  by  custom's  voice, 

We  make  these  ways  our  favor'd  choice, 
And  thus  with  zeal  pursue: 


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j^o;  heaven's  eternal  sovereign  LortJ 
Has,  in  the  precepts  of  his  word, 
Enjoin'd  us  thus  to  do. 

And  shall  we  ever  dare  despise 
The  gracious  Mandate  of  the  skies, 

Where  condescending  heaven, 
To  sinful  man's  apostate  race, 
In  matchless  love  and  boundless  grace, 

His  will  reveal'd  has  given? 

Thou  everlasting  gracious  King, 
Assist  us  now  thy  grace  to  sing, 

And  still  direct  our  way, 
To  those  bright  realms  of  peace  and  rest, 
Where  all  th'  exulting  tribes  are  bless'4 

With  one  great  choral  day. 


413.     C.  M. 
Immersion. 

%  THUS  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'cj 
In  Jordan's  swelling  flood; 
To  shew  he  must  be  soon  baptis'd, 
In  tears,  arid  sweat,  aud  blood. 

p  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 
Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

£  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 
In  thy  own  footsteps  tread; 
Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  with  thee, 
Our  ever-living  head. 


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414.     P.  M. 

Buried  with  Christ  in  bafitism,  Rom.  vi>  4. 

i  JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Sion! 
Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee: 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 

And  thy  vict'ry  o'er  the  grave; 
We  who  know  thy  great  salvation 
Are  baptis'd  beneath  the  wave. 

3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 


415.    L.  M. 
A  bafitismal  hymn. 

1  SEE  how  the  willing  converts  trace 
The  path  their  great  Redeemer  trodj 
And  follow  thro'  his  liquid  grave, 
The  meek,  the  lowly  Son  of  God! 

2  Here  they  renounce  their  former  deeds, 
And  to  a  heavenly  life  aspire; 

Their  rags  for  glorious  robes  exchang'd, 
They  shine  in  clean  and  bright  attire! 

3  O  sacred  rite,  by  thee  the  name 
Of  Jesus  we  to  own  begin? 


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This  is  our  resurrection  pledge, 
Pledge  of  the  pardon  of  our  sin. 

4  Glory  to  God  on  high  be  given, 
Who  shews  his  grace  to  sinful  men; 
Let  saints  on  earth  and  hosts  in  heaven, 
In  concert  join  their  loud  Amen. 


416.     L.  M. 

The  candidates — ,t/iey  were  baptised  both  men 
and  women,  Acts  viii,   12. 

1  GREAT  God,  we  in  thy  courts  appear, 
With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear, 

Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey; 
Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day! 

2  Great  things,  O  everlasting  Son, 
Great  things  for  us  thy  grace  has  done; 
Constrain 'd  by  thy  Almighty  love, 
Our  willing  feet  to  meet  thee  move. 

3  In  thy  assembly  here  we  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command; 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view, 
And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  thro*. 

4  The  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  invite  and  be  deny'd; 

W.as  not  the  Lord"  who  came  to  save, 
Interr'd  in  such  a  liquid  grave? 
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k  Thus  we,  dear  Savior,  owii  thy  name, 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream, 
Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come, 
And  dwell  in  Sion  as  our  home. 


417.     C.  M. 

Morning  before  bafitism;  or,  at  the  water  side. 
Psalm  cxix,  32. 

1  HOW  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work) 

Which  we  attend  today  I 

Now  for  a  holy  solemn  frame, 

O  God  to  thee  we  pray. 

2  O  may  we  feel  as  once  we  felt, 

When  pain'd  and  griev'd  at  heart, 
Thy  kind,  forgiving,  melting  look 
Reliev'd  our  every  smart. 

3  Let  graces  then  in  exercise 

Be  exercis'd  again; 
And  nurtur'd  by  celestial  power, 
In  exercise  remain. 

4,  Awake  our  love,  our  fear,  our  hope, 
Wake  fortitude  and  joy; 
Vain  world,  be  gone,  let  things  above 
Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 

5  Whilst  thee  our  Savior  and  our  God, 
To  all  around  we  own; 
Drive  each  rebellious  rival  lust, 
Each  traitor  from  the  throne. 


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Instruct  out  minds,  our  wills  subdue. 
To  heaven  our  passions  raise, 

That  hence  our  lives,  our  all  may  be 
Pe voted  to  thy  praise. 


41g.    L.  M. 
The  Administrator. 

1  "GO'teach  the  nations  and  baptise," 
Aloud  th"  ascending  Jesus  cries: 
His  glad  apostles  took  the  word, 

And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord, 

2  Commission'd  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 

These  happy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 

3  Lord,  in  thy  house  they  see-k  thy  face, 
O  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace; 
Refresh  their  soul,  with  love  divine; 
Let  beams  of  glory  round  them  shine. 

419.      L.  M. 
Taking  persons  into  the  church, 

i  FIRST  have  these  lovers  of  the  word 
Yielded  their  souls  to  Christ  the  Lord; 
Now  to  the  church  themselves  they  give? 
Now  to  the  Savior  may  they  live. 

2  Lord,  may  these  honor'd  saints  of  thine 
Ever  on  thy  dear  breast  recline^ 


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Thy  name  revere,  thy  word  obey; 
And,  O  for  ever,  watch  and  pray. 

3  May  they  continue  in  thy  ways, 
Delight  to  pray,  delight  to  praise; 
May  they  with  us  abide  in  love, 
And  shortly  soar  to  realms  above, 


DOXOLOGY. 

At  the  water  side  after  bafitism. 

O  FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Baptis'd  in  thy  united  name; 
We'll  eye  the  Captain  of  our  host, 
We'll  bear  His  cross,  nor  fear  the  shame. 


SECT.    8. 

THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

420.  L.  M. 
Self  dedication  at  the  Lord's  table* 

1  LORD,  am  I  thine,  entirely  thine! 
Purchas'd  and  sav'd  by  blood  divine; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 


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2  Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all: 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee, 
Be  thine  thro*  all  eternity. 


421.     L.  M. 
Desiring  the  fire sence  of  God,  John  xx,   19,  20* 

1  COME,  our  indulgent  Savior,  come, 
Illustrious  Conqueror  o'er  the  tomb; 
Here  thine  assembled  servants  bless, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  sacred  peace. 

2  O  come  thyself,  most  gracious  Lord; 
With  all  the  joy  thy  smiles  afford; 
Reveal  the  lustre  of  thy  face, 

And  make  us  feel  thy  vital  grace. 

3-  Enter  our  hearts,  Redeemer  blest, 
Enter,  thou  ever-honored  guest, 
Not  for  one  transient  hour  alone, 
But  there  to  fix  thy  lasting  throne, 


422.     C.  M. 
A  glance  at  Gethsemane, 

1  COME,  all  ye  chosen  saints  of  God, 
That  long  to  feel  the  cleansing  blood, 
In  pensive  pleasure  join  with  me, 
To  sing  of  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  'Twas  here  the  Lord  of  life  appear'd,  [fear'd; 
And    sigh'd  and   groan'd,  and  pray'd,  and 

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Bore  all  incarnate  God  could  bear, 

With  strength  enough  and— none  to  spare! 

3  Despatch'd  from  heaven  an  angel  stood, 
Amaz'd  to  find  him  bath'd  in  blood, 
Ador'd  by  angels,  and  obey'd, 

But  lower  now  than  angels  made. 

4  He  stood  to  strengthen,  not  to  fight- 
Justice  exacts  its  utmost  right; 
This  victim  vengeance  will  pursue, 
He  undertook,  and  must  go  through. 

5  And  why,  dear  Savior,  tell  me  why, 
Thou  thus  would  suffer,  bleed,  and  die? 
What  mighty  motive  could  thee  move? 
The  motive's  plain;  'twas  all  for  love. 

6  O  love  of  unexpected  kind! 

That  leaves  all  thought  so  far  behind: 
Where  length,  and  breadth,  and  depth,   and 

height, 
Are  lost  to  my  astonish'd  sight. 


423.  C.  M. 
The  King's  table,  Luke  xiv,  22. 

1  THE  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  dainties  crown  the  board; 
Not  Paradise  with  all  its  joys 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace,  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  life  are  given, 
And  the  rich  blood,  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 


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Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now 
Were  fed,  and  feasted  here; 

And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way, 
Around  the  board  appear. 

Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 
That  millions  more  may  come; 

Nor  could  the  wide  o'erspreading  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

All  things  are  ready;  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame; 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 

And  bless  the  Founder's  name. 


424.     P.  M. 
Mdchisedec  a  tyfie  of  Christy  Gen.  xiv.  18,  19. 

1  KING  of  Salem,  bless  my  soul! 
Make  a  wounded  sinner  whole! 
King  of  righteousness  and  peace. 
Let  not  thy  sweet  visits  cease! 

2  Come!  refresh  this  soul  of  mine, 
With  thy  sacred  bread  and  wine! 
All  thy  love  to  me  unfold, 

Half  of  which  cannot  be  told, 

3  Hail,  Melchisedec  divine! 

Thou  great  High  Priest  shalt  be  mine; 
All  my  powers  before  thee  fall, 
Take  not  tithe,  but  take  them  all! 


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425.     C.  M. 

The  wonders  of  redem/ition^ 

1  AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  worms  might  rise? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, 
(Surprising  mercy!  love  unknown!) 
To  suffer,  bleed  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place. 

And  suffer'd  in  his  stead; 
For  man,  (O  miracle  of  grace!) 
For  man  the  Savior  bled! 

4  Dear  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwelt 

In  thy  atoning  blood? 
By  this  are  sinners  snatch'd  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God.^ 

5  Jesus,  my  soul  adoring  bends 

To  love  so  full,  so  free; 
And  majr  I  hope  that  love  extends 
Its  sacred  power  to  me? 

fc  What  glad  return  can  I  impart 
For  favors  so  divine? 
O  take  my  all  this  worthless  heart, 
And  make  it  only  thine. 


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426.     P.   M. 
Behold  the  lamb  of  God,  JoHn  i,  2L 

1  JESUS,  thou  lowly  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  underwent  our  grief  and  shame, 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell; 
While  here  we  sit  around  thy  board, 
Thy  pain  and  sufferings  to  record, 

Thy  praise  aloud  we'll  tell. 

2  With  all  the  glorious  hosts  above, 
We'll  sing  thy  everlasting  love; 

To  thee,  all  praise  be  giv'n: 
Hosanna!  blessed  be  his  name, 
Who  fought,  and  bled, — but  overcame, 

And  now  he  reigns  in  heav'n. 


SECT.    9. 

CHURCH  OFFICERS  AND  ORDINATIONS. 

427.      L.    M' 

At  a  choice  of  deacons,  1   Tim.  iii,  8—13; 

1  FAIR  Sion's  King,  we  suppliant  bow, 
And  hail  the  grace  thy  church  enjoys; 
Her  holy  deacons  are  thy  own, 
With  all  the  gifts  thy  love  employs. 


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%  Up  to  thy  throne  we  lift  our  eyes, 
For  blessings  to  attend  our  choice* 
Of  such  whose  generous  prudent  zeal 
Shall  make  thy  favor'd  ways  rejoice. 

3  Happy  in  Jesus  their  own  Lord, 

*  May  they  his  sacred  table  spread, 
The  table  of  their  pastor  fill, 
And  fill  the  holy  poor  with  bread! 

4  [When  paster,  saints,  and  poor  they  serve,^ 
May  their  own  hearts  with  grace  be  crown'dl 
While  patience,  sympathy,  and  joy 
Adorn,  and  through  their  lives  abound. 

5  By  purest  love  to  Christ  and  truth, 
O  may  they  win  a  good  degree 
Of  boldness  in  the  Christian  faith, 
And  meet  the  smile  of  thine  and  thee! 


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And  when  the  work  to  them  assign'd- 
The  work  of  love  is  fully  done, 
Call  them  from  serving  tables  here, 
To  sit  around  thy  glorious  throne. 


428.     C.  M. 
For  a  destitute  church,  Numb,  xxvii,  15 — 17. 

1  TO  thee,  O  God,  when  creatures  fail, 
Thy  flock  deserted  flies; 

•If  this  hymn  be  sung  before  the  choice,  then  the  seeoiutf  • 
line  of  the  second  verse  may  stand  thus; 
•*JFor  wisdom  to  direct  our  choice.'* 


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And  on  th'  eternal  Shepherd's  care 
Our  cheerful  hope  relies. 

2  When  o'er  thy  faithful  servant's  dust 
Thy  deal*  assemblies  mourn, 
In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace, 
O  Israel's  God,  return* 

a  The  powers   of  nature  all  are  thine, 
And  thine  the  aids  of  grace; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up, 
Through  every  rising  race. 

4  Exert  thy  sacred  influence  here, 

And  here  thy  suppliants  bless, 
And  change,  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise, 
Their  accents  of  distress. 

5  With  faithful  heart,  with  skilful  hand, 

May  this  thy  flock  be  fed; 
And,  with  a  steady  growing  pace, 
To  Zion's  mountain  led. 


430.     L.  M. 
Seeking  direction  in  the  choice  of  afiastor. 

1  SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  bend  thine  ear— 
Thy  servants'  groans  indulgent  hear: 
Perplex'd,  distressed,  to  thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  thine  eye. 

2  Send  forth,  O  Lord,  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right? 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God  sustain^ 
Nor  let  us  seek  thy  face yi  vain* 


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3  Return,  in  ways  of  peace  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn: 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls  and  dear  to  thee! 


430.     L.  M. 
At  the  settlement  of  a  minister,  Jerm.  iii,  15. 

1  SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 
With  constant  care  thy  humble  sheep: 
By  thee  inferior  pastors  rise 

To  feed  our  souls,  and  bless  our  eyes. 

2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Resembling  thy  own  gracious  heart; 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love, 
Men  may  Litest,  and  God  approve. 

3  Fed  by  their  active,  tender  care, 
Healthful  orcay  all  thy  sheep  appear; 
And,  by  their  fair  example  led, 
The  way  to  Zion's  pastures  tread! 

4  Here  hast  thou  listenJd  to  our  vows, 
And  scatter'd  blessings  on  thy  house; 
Thy  saints  are  succor'd,  and  no  more 
As  sheep  without  a  guide  deplore. 

5  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  bless  the  shepherd  and  the  flock; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 


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432.     C.  M. 
After  a  charge  at  an  ordination,  Heb,  xiii,   \7 

i   LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  the  alarm  they  give; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Savior's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego; 
For  souls  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preacji. 

Their  own  Redeemer  see; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 


433.     C    M. 

Praise  for  a  promising  Pastor,  after  the  deceas^ 
of  another. 

1   TO  thy  great  name,  O  Prince  of  peace: 
Our  grateful  song  we  raise; 
Accept,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness, 
The  tribute  of  our  praise. 
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2  In  widow'd  state  these  walls  no  more 

Their  mourning  weeds  shall  wear; 
Thy  messenger  shall  joy  restore, 
And  every  loss  repair. 

3  Thy  providence  our  souls  admire, 

With  joy  its  windings  trace, 

And  shout,  in  one  united  choir, 

The  triumphs  of  thy  grace! 

4  Our  happy  union,  Lord,  maintain, 

Here  let  thy  presence  dwell; 
And  thousands,  loos'd  from  Satan's  chain, 
Raise  from  the  brink  of  hell. 

j  Distressed  churches  pity,  Lord, 
Their  dismal  breaches  close, 
Their  sons  unite  in  sweet  accord, 
And  troubled  minds  compose. 

6  In  all  be  purity  maintain'd, 
Peace  like  a  river  flow, 
And  pious  zeal,  and  love  unfeigned 
In  every  bosom  glow. 


SECT.    10. 

E.OR      ASSOCIATIONS,    MISSIONARY,    AND     MINIS- 
TERS'   MEETINGS. 

434.    S.  M. 

For  the  coming  of  the  glorious  kingdoin  of  Christ, 
Psalm  lxvii,  1 — 5. 

I        TO  bless  thy  chosen  race, 
In  mercy,  Lord,  incline, 


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And  cause  the  brightness  of  thy  face 
On  all  thy  saints  U  shine. 

That  so  thy  wondrous  way 
May  through  the  world  be  known; 
Whilst  distant  lands  their  tribute  pay. 
And  thy  salvation  own. 

Let  different  nations  join 
To  celebrate  thy  fame; 
Let  all  the  world,  O  Lord,  combine 
To  praise  thy  glorious  name. 

O  let  them  shout  and  sing, 
Dissolv'd  in  pious  mirth, 
For  thou,  tne  righteous  Judge  and  King, 
Shalt  govern  all  the  earth. 


435.     L.  M. 

For  the  increase  of  the  Church  promised  andf 
pleaded,  Psalm  ii,  8. 

1  FATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 

To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run. 

2  "Ask,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 

For  thine  inheritance, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  shores 
Thine  empire^shall  advance. " 


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3  Hast  thou  not  said,  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne? 

4  When  shall  the  untutor'd  Indian  tribe, 

A  dark,  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuei's  feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace? 


436.     C.  M. 
Prayer  for  Missionaries. 

I  GREAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  thine; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

3  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  hath  sent 
Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unvariing  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasur'd  in  thy  mind. 

3  O  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound! 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays; 
And  build  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne' 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 


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437.    4,.  M. 
For  the  spread  of  the  Gosfiel,  Isa.  lxvi,  8. 

1  BEHOLD,  with  pleasing  ecstasy, 
The  gospel  standard  lifted  high, 
That  all  the  nations,  from  afar, 
May  in  the  great  salvation  share. 

2  Why  then,  almighty  Savior,  why 
Do  wretched  souls  in  millions  die? 
While  wide  th'  infernal  tyrant  reigns 
O'er  spacious  realms  in  pond  rous  chains 

3  Awake,  all-conquering  arm,  awake, 
And  hell's  extensive  empire  shake; 
Assert  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
And  call  this  ruin'd  world  thine  own. 

4  Thine  all-successful  power  display, 
Produce  a  nation  in  a  day; 

For  at  thy  word  this  barren  earth 
Shall  travail  with  a  general  birth. 

5  Swift  let  thy  quickening  Spint  breathe 
On  these  abodes  of  sin  and  death; 

That  breath  shaU  bow  ten  thousand  minds, 
Like  waving  corn  before  the  winds, 

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438.     P.  M. 

Fray er  for  the  spread  bf  the  Gospel,  Isa.  xKx, 

22;   lx,  4,  5. 

t  O'ER  those  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze, 

All  the  promises  do  travail 
With  a  glorious  day  of  grace; 

Blessed  Jub'lee,  Sec. 

Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  Indian?  let  the  negro, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see, 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtain'd  on  Calvary; 
Let  the  gospel,  Sec 
Scon  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

!  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night; 
And  redemption,  Sec. 
Freely  purchas'd,  win  the  day. 

.[.•I-  May  the  glorious  day  approaching. 

Thine  eternal  love  proclaim, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel, 

Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name, 
'O'er  the  borders,  &c. 
Of  the  crreat  Immanuel*£  land.'' 


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Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win  and  conquer,  never  cease; 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase; 

Sway  thy  sceptre,   &c. 

Savior,  all  the  world  around. 


439.     C.  M. 
"The  Cafitain  of  their  salvation  "   Heb.  ii,  10, 

1  CAPTAIN  of  thine  enlisted  host, 

Display  thy  glorious  banner  high: 
The  summons  send  from  coast  to  coast, 
And  call  a  num'rous  army  nigh. 

2  The  solemn  jub'lee,  Lord  proclaim-, 

Proclaim  the  great  Sabbatic  day: 
Assert  the  glories  of  thy  name; 
Spoil  Satan  of  his  wish'd-for  prey. 

3  Bid,  bid  thy  heralds  publish  loud 

The  peaceful  blessings  of  thy  reign, 
And  when  they  speak  of  sprinkling  blood, 
The  myst'ry  to  the  heart  explain. 

4  Lord,  shed  thy  light,  make  plain  the  way, 

That  leads  to  Zion's  lofty  tow'r: 
Pierc'd  by  thy  beams,  let  night  be  day; 
So  shall  we  sing  and  praise  thy  pow'r. 


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440.     S.  M. 

After  a  favorable  report  of  missionary  success^ 
Luke  ii,  30 — 35. 

1  OUR  eyes  salvation  see, 
Prepar'd  by  grace  divine, 

How  wide  its  splendors  are  difFus'd, 
How  bright  its  glories  shine! 

2  Through  distant  heathen  lands 
It  darts  a  vivid  ray. 

And  to  the  realms  where  Satan  reign'd 
Imparts  celestial  day. 

3  The  Israel  of  the  Lord 

In  Christ,  their  glory,  boast; 

And  on  the  honors  of  his  name 

Their  whole  salvation  trust. 

4  By  him  shall  millions  rise 
To  an  immortal  crown; 

And  millions,  that  his  grace  despise, 
Shall  sink  in  ruin  down. 

5  Our  reckoning  is  begun, 
And  on  th'  account  will  go, 

Till  closed  in  everlasting  joy, 
Or  never-ending  wq, 


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441.     P.  M. 

The  millennial  state,  Isa.  xli,  18,  19;  xxxv,l>2, 
xi,  6 — 9;  lv,  13. 

1  AMAZING,  beauteous  change! 
A  world  created  new! 

My  thoughts  with  transport  range 
The  lovely  scene  to  view; 

In  all  I  trace, 

Savior  divine, 

The  work  is  thine, 

Be  thine  the  praise. 

2  See  crystal  fountains  play, 
Amidst  the  burning  sands; 
The  river's  winding  way 
Shines  through  the  thirsty  land 

New  grass  is  seen, 
And  o'er  the  meads 
Its  carpet  spreads 
Of  living  green. 

3  Where  pointed  brambles  grew, 
Entwin'd  with  horrid  thorn, 
Gay  flowers  for  ever  new 

The  painted  fields  adorn; 
The  blushing  rose, 
And  lily  there, 
In  union  fair 
Their  sweets  disclose. 

4  Where  the  bleak  mountain  stood, 
All  bare  and  disarray'd, 


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See  the  wide-branching1  wood 
Diffuse  its  grateful  shade; 
Tall  cedars  nod, 
And  oaks  and  pines, 
And  elms  and  vines 
Confess  the  God. 

The  tyrants  of  the  plain 
The  savage  chase  give  o'er: 
No  more  they  rend  the  slain, 
And  thirst  for  blood  no  more; 

But  infant  hands 

Fierce  tigers  stroke, 

And  lions  yoke 

In  social  bands. 

O  when,  almighty  Lord, 
Shall  these  glad  scenes  arise; 
To  verify  thy  word, 
And  bless  our  wondring  eyes! 

That  earth  may  raise, 

With  all  its  tongues, 

United  songs 

Qf  ardent  praise. 


SECT.    11. 
PUBLIC   CHARITIES. 

442.      L.   M. 
Female  Asylum. 

1  IN  cheerful  songs  of  artless  praise 
Would  we  our  feeble  voices  raise; 


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And  celebrate  with  one  accord 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2  When  cheerless  poverty  had  spread 
Its  threatening  clouds  around  our  head, 
Soon  did  our  gracious  God  appear, 
And  gave  us  an  asylum  here. 

3  For  these  our  generous  patrons  too 
Would  we  the  grateful  theme  renew; 
O  may  each  tender  mind  they  rear 
Thy  precepts  love,  thy  name  revere. 

4  And  when  that  awful  day  shall  come, 
That  thou,  great  God,  shalt  call  us  home; 
May  we  with  the.e  thy  servants  join 

To  sing  thy  praise,  in  hymns  divine. 


443.     P.  M. 

After  a  charity  sermon  in  favor  of  the  instrui 
tion  of  poor  children. 

CHILDREN. 

t       COME,  let  our  voices  join 
To  sing  a  song  of  praise; 
For  favors  so  divine 
Our  grateful  notes  we'll  raise. 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  the  praise  belongs, 
His  love  demands  your  noblest  songs. 


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CHILDREN. 

When  wandering  far  astray, 
In  paths  of  vice  and  sin, 
You  kindly  pointed  out 
The  danger  we  were  in: 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  be  all  the  praise, 
Who  turns  your  feet  from  sinful  ways. 

CHILDREN. 

Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine: 
Where  our  Redeemer's  love, 
And  brightest  glories  shine. 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Whose  sacred  book  is  sent  to  you. 

CHILDREN. 

Within  this  sacred  house 
Our  youthful  feet  are  brought, 
Where  prayer  and  praise  abound, 
And  heavenly  truths  are  taught. 

CONGREGATION. 

To  God  alone  your  praises  bring, 
And  in  the  church  His  glories  sing. 

CHILDREN. 

>       For  favors  such  as  these 

Our  grateful  thanks  receive; 
Lord,  here  accept  our  hearts, 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give! 


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CONGREGATION. 

Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs; 
To  thee  alone  the  praise  belongs. 

chorus. 

Lord,  let  this  glorious  work 

Be  crown'd  with  large  success! 

May  thousands  yet  unborn 

This  institution  bless! 
Then  shall  thy  praise  be  sounded  high 
Throughout  a  vast  eternity. 


444.     L.  M. 
Liberality,  1  Chron.  xxix.  14. 

1  THE  Lord,  who  rules  the  world's  affairs, 
Fcr  me  a  well-spread  board  prepares, 
!>Iy  grateful  thanks  to  him  shall  rise, 

He  knows  my  wants,  those  wants  supplies. 

2  And  shall  I  grudge  to  give  his  poor 
A  mite  from  all  my  generous  store? 
No,  Lord!  the  friends  of  thine  and  thee 
Shall  always  find  a  friend  in  me. 

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SECT.    12. 


FOR  PUBLIC  HUMILIATION AND     SEASONS    O* 

THANKSGIVING. 


445.      C.    M. 

Deploring  war. 

1  DESTRUCTIVE  sword!  how  oft  hast  thou 

Been  bath'd  in  human  blood! 
What  cities,  fields,  and  seas  have  been 
Stain'd  with  the  crimson  flood! 

2  All  gracious  God!  permit  our  souls, 

Imprest  with  human  wo, 
With  thee  to  plead;  how  long,  how  long- 
Shall  this  wide  deluge  flow? 

3  Permit  us  still  before  thy  throne 

Our  prayers  and  tears  to  pour; 
When  shall  t^ie  sword  exchange  employ, 
And  neve^  more  devour? 

4  O  may  thy  Spirit's  mighty  sword 

Men's  lusts  subdue  and  slay: 
Then  force  and  war  shall  yield  to  love, 
And  each  from  love  obey. 


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446.     C.  M. 
JVa  tional  ju  dgm  enis. 

1  THE  gathering  clouds  with  aspect  dark, 

A  rising  storm  presage; 
O!  to  be  hid  within  the  ark, 
And  shelter'd  from  its  rage  I 

2  See  the  commission^  angel  frown! 

That  vial  in  his  hand, 
Fili'd  with  fierce  wrath  is  pouring  down 
Upon  our  guilty  landl 

3  May  we,  at  least,  with  one  consent, 

Fall  low  before  the  throne; 
With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 
The  church's,  and  our  own. 

4  The  humble  souls  who  mourn  and  pray, 

The  Lord  approves  and  knows; 
His  mark  secures  them  in  the  day 
When  vengeance  strikes  his  foes. 


447.    L.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  fieace. 

1  GREAT  ruler  of  the  earth  and  skies, 
A  word  of  thy  almighty  breath 
Can  sink  the  earth  or  bid  it  rise: 
Thy  smile  is  life,  thy  frown  is  death. 


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2  When  angry  nations  rush  to  arms, 
And  rage,  and  noise  and  tumult  reign, 
And  war  resounds  its  dire  alarms, 

And  slaughter  spreads  the  hostile  plains; 

3  Thy  sovereign  eye  looks  calmly  down, 
And  marks  their  course,  and  bounds  their 

power;  /  4 

Thy  word  the  angry  nations  own, 
And  noise  and  war  are  heard  no  more. 

4  To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  songs, 
Thy  kind  protection  still  implore! 

O  may  our  hearts,  and  lives,  and  tongues 
Confess  thy  goodness  and  adore. 


448.     L.  M. 

Thanksgiving  for  national  deliverance  and  im- 
provement of  it,  Luke  i,  74,  75. 

1  PRAISE  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer; 
And,  tho'  deliverance  long  delay, 
Answers  in  his  well  chosen   day. 

2  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong; 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song; 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring 
To  thee,  our  Savior,  and  our  King! 

3  Our  temples  guarded  from  the  flame. 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name; 
And  every  peaceful  private  home 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become, 


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Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  honor'd  sight; 
Hence  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
'Till  life's  last  hour  to  persevere. 


SECT.       13. 

ON    PARTICULAR    PERIODS    OF    HUMAN      LIFE. 

BIRTH YOUTH— MANHOOD MARRIAGE 

PROSPFRIT^^—- ADVERSITY OLD        AGE 

SEASONS  OF   THE  YEAR TIME  AND     ETER- 
NITY. 

449.     C.   M. 

On  Che  birth  of  a  child. 

t   COME,  friendship,  tune  thy  pleasing  lyre 
For  harmony  divine; 
A  parent's  joys  the  song  inspire, 
The  parent's  joys  are  mine. 

2  Our  hearts,  so  late  oppress'd  with  fear, 

Forget  the  anxious  sigh; 
And  dawning  pleasures  now  appear, 
In  every  kindred's  eye. 

3  The  dear  lov'd  blessing  while  we  view, 

And  pleasing  passions  rise, 
Be  love  and  praise  so  justly  due, 
Paid  grateful  to  the  skies. 

4  With  love  supreme  be  heaven  ador'cl; 

Still  may  our  passions  own, 
The  bounteons  giver  as  their  Lord, 
Nor  idolize  the  boon. 


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450.     C.  M. 

Encouragement   for    young     persons^    Prov. 
viii,   17. 

1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Savior's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face 

"Is  sure  my  love  to  gain; 
"And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace 
"Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object.  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  thee? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see? 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
For  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


451.     L.    M. 

Beginning  a  new  year. 
I   THE  God  who  once  to  Israel  spoke 
From  Sinai's  top,  in  fire  and  smoke, 
In  gentler  strains  of  gospel  grace 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  his  face. 


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2  O  Savior,  let  thy  power  be  fek, 
And  cause  each  stony  heart  to  melt! 
Deeply  impress  upon  our  youth 
The  light  and  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  With  this  new-year  may  they  begin 
To  live  to  thee  and  die  to  sin; 

To  enter  by  the  narrow  way, 
Which  leads  to  everlasting  day. 


452.     L.  M. 
JVew  year— -after  a  sermon  to  young  fieofJe. 

1  O  THOU,  at  whose  almighty  word, 

The  glorious  light  from  darkness  sprung! 

Thy  quick'ning  influence  afford, 

And  clothe  with  pow'rthe  preacher's  tongue. 

2  Now  while  we  hear  thy  word  of  grace, 
Let  self  and  pride  before  it  fall; 

And  rocky  hearts  dissolve  apace, 
In  streams  of  sorrow  at  thy  call. 

3  On  all  our  youth  assembled  here, 
The  unccion  of  thy  Spirit  pour; 
Nor  let  them  lose  another  year, 

Lest  thou  shouldst  strive  and  call  no  more. 


453.     P.  M. 

Mental    Winter. 

I  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  loji^er  I  see; 


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Sweet   prospects,    sweet  birds,  and    sweet 

flowers 
Have  lost  ail  their  sweetness  with  me: 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice: 

I  should,  were  he  always  so  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his.  pleasure  resigned; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  M'inters  so  long? 

O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


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454.     C.  M. 
Winter. 

I  STERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 
Encircling  nature  round, 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains! 
Late  gay  with  verdure  crown'd. 

'2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 
And  light  and  warmth  depart, 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  But  if  my  soul's  bright  Sun  impart 

His  all  enlivening  smile, 
The  vital  ray  shall  cheer  my  heart, 
Till  then  a  frozen  soil. 

4  Then  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  shall  rise 

Renew'd  to  lively  bloom, 
And  breathe,  accepted  to  the  skies, 
Their  humble  sweet  perfume. 

5  Return,  O  blissful  Sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul  reviving  ray; 
|  This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

6  But  while  to  this  low  world  confined, 

Where  changeful  seasons  roll, 
My  blooming  pleasures  will  decline, 
And  winter  pain  my  soul. 

7  O  happy  state,  divine  abode, 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns! 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 


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455.      L.  M. 
Frosty  winter. 

1  SEE  how  rude  winter's  icy  hand 

Has  stript  the  trees,  and  seal'd  the  ground! 
But  spring  shall  soon  his  rage  withstand) 
And  spread  new  beauties  all  around. 

2  My  soul  a  sharper  winter  mourns, 
Barren  and  fruitless  I  remain; 
When  will  the  gentle  spring  return. 
And  bid  my  graces  grow  again. 

3  Jesus,  my  glorious  Sun,  arise, 
'Tis  thine  the  frozen  heart  to  move: 

O!  hush  these  storms,  and  clear  my  skies, 
And  let  me  feel  thy  vital  love! 

4  Dear  Lord,  regard  my  feeble  cry, 
I  faint  and  droop  till  thou  appear; 
Wilt  thou  permit  thy  plant  to  die? 
Must  it  be  winter  all  the  year? 

5  Be  still,  my  soul,  and  wait  this  hour, 
With  humble  prayer  and  patient  faith; 
Till  he  reveals  his  gracious  power, 
Repose  on  what  his  promise  saith. 

fl  He,  by  whose  all-comman-iing  word, 
Seasons  their  changing  course  maintain, 
In  every  change  a  pledge  affords, 
That  none  shall  seek  his  face  in  vain. 


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456.     S.  M. 

77ie  return  of  spring. 

GREAT  God,  at  thy  command 
Seasons  in  order  rise: 
Thy  power  and  love  in  concert  reign 
Through  earth,  and  seas,  and  skies. 

How  balmy  is  the  air! 
How  warm  the  solar  beams! 
And,  to  refresh  the  ground,  the  rains 
Descend  in  gentle  streams. 

With  grateful  praise  we  own 
Thy  providential  hand, 
While  grass  for  kine,  and  herb  and  corn 
For  men  enrich  the  land. 

But  greater  still  the  gift 
Of  thine  incarnate  Son; 
By  him  forgiveness,  peace,  and  joy 
Through  endless  ages  run. 


457.     C.  M.  , 

For  the  weeks  cf  harvest. 

1  GREAT  sovereign  Lord!  what  human  eye 
Amidst  thy  works  can  rove, 
And  not  thy  liberal  hand  espy, 
Nor  trace  thy  bounteous  love: 


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2  Each  star  that  gilds  the  heavenly  frame, 

On  earth  each  verdant  clod, 
In  language  loud  to  men  proclaim 
The  great  and  bounteous  God. 

3  The  lesson  each  revolving  year 

Repeats  in  various  ways; 
Rich  thy  provisions,  Lord,  appear; 
The  poor  shall  shout  thy  praise, 

4>  Our  fruitful  fields  and  pastures  tell 
Of  man  and  beast  thy  care; 
The  thriving  corn  thy  breezes  fill, 
Thy  breath  perfumes  the  air. 

5  But  O!  what  human  eye  can  trace, 

Or  human  eye  conceive 
The  greater  riches  of  thy  grace 
Impoverish'd  souls  receive. 

6  Love  everlasting  has  not  spar'd 

Its  best  beloved  Son, 
And  in  him  endless  life  preparM, 
For  souls  by  sin  undone. 


458.     C.  M. 
A  wedding  hymn. 

1  SINCE  Jesus  freely  did  appear 
To  grace  a  marriage-feast; 
O  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  here, 
To  make  a  wedding-guest. 


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2  Upon  the  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands, 
Their  union  with  thy  favor  crown, 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow, 

Of  ah'  rich  dowries  best! 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow, 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  Christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

[5  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed, 
In  prayer,  and  faith,  and  hope; 
And  see  with  joy  a  godly  seed, 
To  build  their  household  up.J 

6  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  give 

A  pattern  chaste  and  kind; 

So  may  this  married  couple  live, 

And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 

7  On  every  soul  assembled  here, 

O  make  thy  face  to  shine; 
Thy  goodness  more  our  hearts  can  cheer, 
Than  richest  food  or  wine. 


459.     L.  M. 
A  welcome  to  Christian  friends. — At  meeting. 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive; 

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May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  ^iven 
To  know  the  Savior's  precious  name; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet. 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love! 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  Christians  see  each  other  thus; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

WTho  liv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


460.     C,  M. 
The  aged  Christian's  reflection. 

1   HOW  vain  a  thought  is  bliss  below, 
'Tis  all  an  airy  dream! 
How  empty  are  the  joys  that  flow 
On  pleasure's  smiling  stream! 


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2  O  let  my  nobler  wishes  soar 

Beyond  these  seats  of  night; 
In  heaven  substantial  bliss  explore, 
And  permanent  delight. 

3  No  fleeting  landscape  cheers  the  gaze, 

Nor  airy  form  beguiles; 
But  everlasting  bliss  displays 
Her  undissembled  smiles. 

4  Adieu!  to  all  below  the  skies, 

Celestial  Guardian,  come, 
On  thy  kind  wing  my  soul  would  rise 
To  her  eternal  home. 


461.     S.  M. 
Time  and  eternity^  Jam.  iv>  13 — 1. 

TO-MORROW,  Lord,  is  thine, 
Lodg'd  in  thy  sovereign  hand; 
And,  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

The  present  moment  fiies, 
And  bears  our  life  away; 
O  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 
Waken,  by  thine  almighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 


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One  thing  demands  our  care, 
O  be  it  still  pursued! 
Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renew'd. 

To  Jesus  may  we  fly, 
Swift  as  the  morning  light, 
Lest  life's  young  golden  beams  should  die 
In  sudden  endless  night. 


462.     P.  M. 
Time  imfiroved. 

1  JEHOVAH  spake,  and  time  began, 
And  worlds  their  mystic  mazes  ran, 

Obedient  at  his  call: 
His  word  shall  quench  the  source  of  light, 
And  turn  to  blood  the  queen  of  night, 
And  make  the  planets  fall! 

12  Yes,  worlds  on  worlds  shall  all  expire; 
Expecting  the  refining  fire, 

They  hasten  to  their  doom: 
What  then  is  man,  polluted  worm, 
Of  scanty  date,  and  fleeting  form, 

Dare  he  on  time  presume? 

3  Ah,  no!  each  minute,  as  it  flies, 

Bears  numbers  homeward  to  the  skies, 

Or  plunges  them  beneath; 
As  bubbles  rise  and  disappear, 
As  atoms  float,  till  lost  in  air, 

We  rise — then  sink  in  death. 


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4  Then  let  me,  wh'le  the  moments  lasf, 
With  double  7-al  redeem  the  past> 

While  yetche  season's  mine; 
And  counting  well  my  fleeting  days. 
Apply  m;  heart  to  wisdom's  ways, 
That  lead  to  life  divine. 


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varieties;  suitable  for  prayer  meetings, 
conference  meetings,  and  private  cir- 
cles of  christian  friends. 


463.       P.    M. 


Grateful  recollection. 

I  COME  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  lcudest  praise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above: 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 


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2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebeneze*, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  cc*ne; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good'ipleamre 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  strange^ 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  Goa-, 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

3  O!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love. 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


464.    P.  M. 
At  the  opening  of  worship. 

1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow; 

O!  do  not  our  suit  disdain; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 


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3  In  thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  t*ee— here  we  stay; 
Lord,  we  kno.v  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  bless^ig  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  sor^e  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 
Let  t'iy  spirit  now  impart 

Fuli  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  who  are  cast  down  lift  up; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  those  who  seek,  may  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God  and  kind; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captives  free, 
Let  us  ail  rejoice  in  thee. 


465.     L.  M. 

The  Savior  present  with  two  or  three,  Matt, 
xviii,  20. 

1  WHERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise; 

2  "There,"  says  the  Savior,  will  I  be. 
Amid  this  little  company; 


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To  them  unveil  my  sniili*g  face, 
And  ?hed  my  glories  rount the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dea-  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word: 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  lovC 


466.     P.  M. 
The  throne  of grace ,  1  Sam.  i,  10. 

WHEN  Hannah,  press'd,  with  grief, 

Pour'd  forth  her  soul  in  prayer; 

She  quickly  found  relief, 

And  left  her  burden  there: 
Like  her,  in  every  trying  case, 
Let  us  approach  the  throne  of  grace. 

Though  men  and  devils  rage, 

And  threaten  to  devour: 

The  saints,  from  age  to  age, 

Are  safe  from  all  their  power; 
Fresh  strength  they  gain  to  run  their  race, 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace! 

Numbers  before  have  tried 

And  found  the  promise  true; 

Nor  one  been  yet  denied, 

Then  why  should  I  or  you? 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footsteps  trace, 
And  hasten  to  the  throne  of  grace. 


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,67.     C.  M. 
Seeing  relief,  Isa.  xlv,  19. 

1  WE  cor^i  dear  Jesus,  to  thy  throne, 

Xo  <i*en  all  our  grief; 
Nowsena"  thy  promis'd  mercy  down, 
/».nd  grant  us  quick  relief. 

2  Ne'er  didst  thou  say  to  Jacob's  seed, 

"Seek  ye  my  face,"  in  vain; 
And  canst  thou  now  deny  thine  aid, 
When  burden'd  souls  complain? 

3  The  same  thy  power,  thy  love  the  same, 

Unmov'd  the  promise  shines; 
Eternal  truth  surrounds  thy  name, 
And  guards  the  precious  lines. 

4  Though  Satan  rage,  and  flesh  rebel, 

And  unbelief  arise, 
We'll  wait  around  his  footstool  still, 
For  Jesus  hears  our  cries. 


468.     P.  M. 
Encouragement  to  firay,  Luke  xi,  9. 

1  ENGOURAG'D  by  thy  word 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 
Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door; 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord,  but  thine, 
Can  help,  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 


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The  beggar's  usual  plv^ 

Relief  from  men  to  gain> 

If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'st   disd£in; 
And  pleas  which  move  thy  graces  Car, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  *ear. 

>       'Twcre  folly  to  pretend 
I  never  begg'd  before; 
Or,  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more. 
Thou  often  hast  reliev'd  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

Nor  can  I  willing  be, 

Thy  bounty  to  conceal 

From  others  who,  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel: 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 


469.     P.  M. 
For  the  pardon  of  sin. 

1  JESUS,  to  thy  wounds  I  fly, 
Purge  my  sins  of  deepest  dye; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Wash  away  my  crimson  stain. 

2  Plunge  me  in  the  sacred  flood, 
In  that  fountain  of  thy  blood! 
Heavenly  justice  then  shall  see 
No  one  spot  of  guilt  in  me. 


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,70.      P.  M. 
priyer  for  a  revival. 

1   SAVIOR  visit  thy  plantation,  # 
Grait  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain! 
All  yiH    come   to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again: 
lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no.longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high: 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Every  plant  shall  droop  and  die:  Lord,  &c. 

2  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Every  part  look'd  gay  and  green; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen!      Lord,  &c, 

4  [But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee:  Lord,  &c 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fiird  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth? 
Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth!  Lord,    &c, 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below, 
Some,  alas!  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show.   Lord,  &c* 


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7  Younger  plants— the  sig^  how  pleasant, 
Cover'd  thick  with  blos^ms  stood; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  Resent,  [&cc. 

Frosts  have  nipp'cl  them  in^he  budl  Lord, 

$  Dearest  Savior,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  a^in; 
Oh.  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain.    Lor*,  Sec] 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Let  each  one,  esteem'd  thy  servant,         [Sec. 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares.  Lord, 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh: 
Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


471.    L.  M. 

Union  hymn. 

1  FROM  whence  does  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer  d  by  love? 

It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 
That  distance  nor  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 

It  grows  on  Immannel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 


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3  My  friends  all  so  dear  to  me, 
Our  souls  so  united  in  love, 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Oh!  why  then  so  loath  now  to  part, 
Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again? 
Engrav'd  on  Immamiel's  heart, 

At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 


470.     P.  M. 
The  liar  ting. 

1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit,* 

Cemented,  mix'cl  in  one — 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice. 

Is  heaven  on  earth  begun: 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire; 
He  stopp'd,  andtalk'd,  and  fed,  and  blest, 

And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. \ 


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ORUS. 


"A  Savior"  let  creation  sing! 
"A  Savior  let  all  heaven  ring! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 

His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours: \ 

The  parting  space  we'll  soon  run  o'er§ 
To  join  the  saints  who're  gone  before, 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

'Col.  ii,  2,  fLuke  xxiv,  30,  32.  $F.ph.  iii,  19  <psa.  ex 
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8  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  showely 

And  all  it's  moisture  drain: 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 
But  pour  a  mighty  flood — 
O  sweep  the  nations, — shake  the  earth; 
Till  all  proclaim  the  God! 

"A  Savior,"  &c. 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown; 
"When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own, 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Ail  sinners  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd: 
Behold  thee  face  to  facei 

A  Savior,  Sec. 


473.     P.  M. 
Sacred  music, 

\  THOU  God  of  harmony  and  love, 

Whose  name  transports  the  saints  above? 

And  lulls  the  ravish'd  spheres; 
On  thee  in  feeble  strains  I  call, 
And  mix  my  humble  voice  with  all 

The  heavenly  choristers. 

2  O  might  I  with  thy  saints  aspire, 
The  meanest  of  that  dazzling  choir, 
Who  chant  thy  praise  abeve! 


435 

Mix'd  with  the  bright  musician-band 
May  I  a  heavenly  harper  stand, 
And  sing  the  song  of  love! 

S  Jesus!  the  heaven  of  heavens  he  is, 
The  soul  of  harmony  and  bliss! 

And  while  on  him  we  gaze, 
And  whilst  his  glorious  voice  we  hear, 
Our  spirits  are  all  eye— .-all  ear, 

And  silence  speaks  his  praise. 

4  O  fnight  I  die  that  awe  to  prove, 

That  prostrate  awe,  which  dares  not  move, 

Before,  the  great  three-one! 
To  shout  by  turns  the  bursting  joy, 
And  all  eternity  employ 

In  songs  around  the  throne. 


474.     C.  M. 
■The  traveller's  hymn,  Psalm  cvii,  4—8,  29. 

1  HOW  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Th«ir  help  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms,  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care, 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt. 
And  breathe  the  tainted  air. 

3  [When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne, 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 


436 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will; 
The  sea,  that  roars  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  is  still.] 

5  In  'midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore; 
We'll  praise  tbeejabr  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot, 
Shall  join  our  souls  to  thee. 


475.     L.  M. 
Zion's  traveller. 

1   AS  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains, 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if,  cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  tho'  distant  still. 

2  Thus,  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

>  'Tis  there  with  Jesus  he's  to  dwell, 
To  spend  an  everlasting  day: 
There  shall  he  bid  his  cares  farewell, 
For  he  shall  wipe  his  tears  away. 


437 

476.     P.  M. 

Resigning  all  for  Christ,  2  Cor.  vi,  17, 

1       JESUS  at  thy  command, 
I  launch  into  the  deep; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep. 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

What  though  the  seas  are  broad? 

What  though  the  waves  are  strong? 

What  though  tempestuous  winds, 

Distress  me  all  along? 
Yet  what  are  seas  or  stormy  wind, 
Compar'd  to  Christ,  the  sinner's  friend? 

Christ  is  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  his  word, 

My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord: 
I  trust  his  faithfulness  and  power, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

Though  rocks,  and  quicksands  deep. 

Through  all  my  passage  lie; 

Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye. 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
That  bears  the  world  and  all  things  up? 

By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  haven  of  endless  rest; 
My  soul,  thy  wings  expan   d, 
And  fly  to  Jesu's  breast! 


438 

0  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  seas  distress  no  more! 

Whene'er  bccalm'd  I  lie, 

And  all  n.y  storms  subside; 

Then  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side, 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread* 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace; 

And  waft  me,  from  below, 

To  heaven  my  destin'd  place: 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find* 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 


477.    Tune — Indian  Chief\ 

Brother  Sailor. 

YE  sons  of  the  main,  ye  that  sail  o'er  the  flood, 
W'hose  sins,  big  as  mountains,  have  reach'd  up 

to  God; 
Remember  thy  short  voyage  of  life  v?  ill  soon  end, 
Now  come,  brother  sailor,  make  Jesus  your 

friend. 

Look  astern   on  your  life,  see  four  way  mark'd 

with  sin, 
Look   ahead!    see  what  torments  you'll  soon 

founder  in* 
The  hard  rocks  of  death  soon  will  bear  on  youx 

keel, 
Then  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to  hell 


439 

Layby  your  old  compass,  'twill  do  you  no  good. 
It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to  God; 
Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't  fall 

asleep, 
Watch  and  pray,  night  and  day,  lest  you  sink  in 

the  deep. 

Spring  your  luff,  brother  sailor,  the  breeze  now 

is  fair, 
Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  and  those  torments 

you'll  clear; 
Your  leading  star,  Jesus,  keep  full  in  your  view, 
You'll  weather  the  danger,  he'll  guide  you  safe 

through. 

Renounce  your  old  captain,  the  devil,  straight- 
way, 
The  crew  that  you  sail  with  will  lead  you  astray, 
Desert  their  blackcolors,  course  under  the  red, 
Where  Jesus  was  captain,  to  conquest  he  led. 

His  standard's  unfurl'd,  see  it  wave  through 

the  air, 
And  volunteers  coming  from  far'  off  and  near; 
Now's  the  time,  brother  sailor,  no  longer  delay, 
Embark  now  with  Jesus,  good  wages  he'll  pay. 

The  bounty  he'll  give  when  the  voyage  doth  be- 
gin, 

He'll  forgive  your  transgressions  and  cleanse 
you  from  sin: 

Good  usage  he'il  give  while  you  sail  on  the  way, 

And  shortly  you'll  anchor  in  heaven's  broad  bay. 


440 

In  the  harbor  of  glory  for  ever  you'll  ride, 
Free   from  quicksands  and  danger,  and  sin's 

rapid   tide; 
Waves  of  death  cease  to  roll,  and  the  tempest 

be  o'er, 
The  hoarse  breath  of  Boreas  dismast  thee  no 

more. 

Thy  tarpawlin  jacket  no  longer  you'll  wear, 
But  robes  dipt  in  heaven  all  white,clean, and  fair; 
A  crown  on  thy  head  that  would  dazzle  the  sun, 
And  from  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 


478.     L.  M. 
A  fifofiitious  gale  longed  for. 

1  AT  anchor  laid  remote  from  home, 
Toiling  I  cry,  "sweet  spirit,  come! 
"Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 
"But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  wayl 

2  "Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
„  "And  loose  my  cable  from  below: 

"But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail;  [gale!" 

"Thou,  thou,   must  breathe   th'  auspicious 


479.  C.  P.  M* 
Joy  of  the  cross. 

1„  ADIEU!  ye  vain  delights  of  earth; 
Insipid  sports,  and  childish  mirth, 
I  taste  no  sweets  in  you; 


441 

Unknown  delights  are  in  the  cross; 
All  joy  beside,  to  me  is  dross; 
And  Jesus  thought  so  too. 

2  The  cross!  Oh  ravishment  and  blissl 
How  grateful  e'en  its  anguish  is; 

Its  bitterness,  how  sweet! 
There  every  sense   and  all  the  mind, 
In  all  her  faculties  refin'd, 

Tastes  happiness  complete. 

3  Souls  once  enabled  to  disdain 
Base  sublunary  joys,  maintain 

Their  dignity  secure; 
The  fever  of  desire  is  past, 
And  love  has  all  its  genuine  taste, 

Is  delicate  and  pure. 

4  Self-love  no  grace  in  sorrow  sees, 
Consults  her  own  peculiar  ease; 

'Tis  all  the  bliss  she  knows: 
But  nobler  aims  true  love  employ; 
In  self-denial  is  her  joy, 

In  suffering  her  repose. 

5  Sorrow  and  love  go  side  by  side; 
Nor  height  nor  depth  can  e'er  divide 

Their  heav'n  appointed  bands; 
Those  dear  associates  still  are  one, 
Nor,  till  the  race  of  life  is  run, 

Disjoin  their  wedded  hands. 

6  Jesus,  avenger  of  our  fall, 
Thou  faithful  lover  above  all 

The  cross  has  ever  borne! 
Oh  tell  me — life  is  in  thy  voice— 
How  much  afflictions  were  thy  choice. 

And  sloth  and  ease  thy  scorn! 
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442 

7  Thy  choice  and  mine  shall  be  the  same; 
Inspirer  of  that  holy  flame, 

Which  must  for  ever  blaze! 
To  take  the  cross,  and' follow  thee, 
Where  love  and  duty  lead,  shall  be 
My  portion,  and  my  praise. 


480.     S.  M. 
Evening  song. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evenvig  shades  appear; 

O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest: 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  us  from  all  fears; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unweary'd  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  Ave  from  time  remove, 

O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


443 

481.     S.  M. 
Friend's  meeting. 

1  SAVIOR  of  sinful  men, 
Thy  goodness  we  proclaim, 

Which  brings  us  here  to  meet  again, 
And  triumph  in  thy  name! 

2  Thy  mighty  name  bath  been 
Our  refuge,  and  our  tower, 

Hath  sav'd  us  from  the  world  and  sin, 
And  ajl  th*  accuser's  power. 

3  Awhile  in  flesh  disjoin'd, 

Our  friends  mat  went  before 
We  soon  in  paradise  shall  find, 
And  meet  to  part  no  more. 

4  In  yonder  blissful  ^eat, 
Waiting    for  us  they  are— 

And  I  shall   there  a  consort*  meet 
I  a  parent*  there. 

5  Oh!  what  a  mighty  change 
Shall  Jesus'  sufferers  know, 

While  o'er  the  happy  plains  we  range, 
Incapable  of  wo! 

6  No  ill-requited  love 

Shall  there  our  spirits  wound, 
No  base  ingratitude  above, 
No  sin  in  heaven  is  found. 

*©r,  Brother,  Sister,  &c. 


444 

Nor  slightest  touch  of  pain; 
Nor  sorrow's  least  alloy- 
Can  violate,  our  rest,  or  stain 
Our  purity  of  joy. 

In  that  eternal  day 
No  clouds  or  tempests  rise; 
These  gushing  tears  are  wip'd  away 
For  ever  from  our  eyes. 


part  v  I. 


TOR    THE    CONCLUSION    OF   PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 

482.      P.   M. 
After   Ser?non. 

1  COME,  ye  mourning,  pardon'd  sinners, 

Bring  your  humble,  grateful  lays; 
Help  to  ^ing  our  Jesu's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise, 

Friend  of  sinners! 
Thee  we  laud  for  richest  grace. 

2  O  what  grace  hast  thou  displayed! 

O  what  mercy  hast  thou  shewn! 
When  to  die  for  vilest  rebels 

Thou  didst  leave  thy  blissful  throne! 

Bleeding  Savior! 
Melt,  O  melt  our  hearts  of  stone. 

3  Come,  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus, 

Think  upon  your  gracious  Lord; 
He  has  pity'd  your  condition, 


445 

He  has  sent  his  Gospel-word: 

Mercy  calls  you, 
Mercy  flows  from  Jesu's  blood. 


483.     L.   M. 
Returnitig   sinners,    Luke  xv,  7. 

1  HARK  what  the  Lord  of  angels  says! 
(Each  word  his  sovereign  grace  displays;) 
What  gladdening  news  from  heaven  he 

[brings, 
And  whence  the  joy  of  angels  springs. 

2  Angelic  bands  rejoice  to  hear 
With  kind  good  will  to  sinners  here, 
When  one  rebellious  heart  relents, 
Believes  in  Jesus,  and  repents. 

3  O,  with  what  rapturous  warmth  they  trace 
The  methods  of  recov'ring  grace! 

And  seraphs  with  new  ardor  burn, 
To  see  one  prodigal  return, 

4  Fain  would  we,  Lord,  our  anthems  raise 
On  earth,  with  heaven's  superior  praise: 
Fain  would  thy  longing  people  see 
Sinners  in  crowds  return  to  thee. 

5  When  shall  the  day  dawn  on  our  sight, 
When  ail  thy  children  shall  unite 

To  bless  that  love  (dear  morning  come!) 
Which  brings  thy  chosen  safely  home; 


446 

484.     L.  M. 
Refienting  Peter,  Matt.  xxVi,  T5. 

1  SEE,  the  sad  fruit  of  sin  appears, 
While  Peter  pours  a  briny  flood! 

But  that  which  costs  the  servant  tears 
Must  cost  the  Lord  his  richest  blood! 

2  The  sea  of  tears  which  Peter  sheds 
Can  never  purge  his  crimson  sin, 
But  Jesus  for  the  sinner  pleads, 

And  pours  his  blood  to  make  him  clean.. 


485.     C.  M. 

The  Savior's  call,  and  the  awakened  souls*  resO' 
lution,  John  vi,  37. 

1  AND  does  the  kind  Redeemer  stoop, 

In  such  reviving  strains 
Diseased  sinners  to  invite, 

And  heal  their  heart-felt  pains? 

2  Will  he  on  no  account  cast  out 

The  pentient,  that  flies 
To  his  kind  arms,  for  life  and  grace, 
And  all  salvation's  joys? 

3  From  age  to  age  have  coming  souls 

A  hearty  welcome  found, — • 
Pleasures  beyond  whate'er  they  knew 
In  sin's  enchanted#  round? 

4  Can  they  his  truth  and  grace  attest 

With  their  expiring  breath,-— 
And  find  his  word  their  trust  in  life, 
Their  cordial  too  in  death? 


447 

5  Begone  my  unbelieving  fears, 
Nor  more,    my  soul?     delay; 
Jesus,  I  come,  and   at  thy  feet 
Fain  would  thy  call  obey. 

§  Frown  not  away  a  soul  that   wants 
Thy.  grace  to  trust  and  try, 
Determin'd,  if  I  perish,  Lord, 
Low  at  thy  feet  to  die. 


486.      L.     M. 
Desiring  to  see   Jesus. 

1  FAJN  would  I  my  Redeemer  see, 
As  when,  extended  on   the  tree, 
He  groan'd  beneath  my  sinful  load, 
And  freely    pour'd  his  sacred  blood. 

2  Above,  I  want  this  only  sight, 

To  view  the  Lamb,  by  his  own  light, 
T'  admire  the  lustre  of  those  scars 
Which  brightens  all  the  morning  stars. 


487.     P.    M. 

Christ's  fulness \ 

1  FULL  of  unuterable  grace, 
Jesus  mine  eye  of  faith  surveys! 
Jesus  whate'er  thou  art  is  mine, 
Fountain  of  excellence  divine! 
All  goodness  is  comprisM  in  thee, 
Good  in  thyself,  and  good  to  me. 

2  Thy  nature  doth  itself  impart, 
To  every  humble,  longing  heart; 
And  all  that  after  thee  aspire^ 


448 

Shall  gain,  with  thee,  their  whole  desire} 
tToited  to  their  source  above, 
Lost  in  a  boundless  oea  of  love. 


483.     C.    M. 

Lord's  day  evening,  m 

\  WHEN,  O  dear  Savior,  when  shall  I 
Behold  thee  all  serene; 
Blest  in  perpetual    aboath  day, 
Without  a  veil  between? 

2  Assist  me,  while  I  wander  here 

Acaidst  a  world  of  cnes: 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love, 
And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

3  Thy  spirit,  O  my  Father,  give, 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend, 
To  light  my  path  to  ceasless  joys, 
Where  sabbaths  never  end. 


489.     L.-    M. 
The  eternal  sabbath. 

THINE  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
To  that   our  laboring  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  heil  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 


449 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  loqg  repose; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 
To  that  our  laboiing  souls  aspire, 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 


490.     C.    M. 
Giving'  thanks  to  the  Savior, 

1  GLORY  and  thanks  to  him  belong, 

Wno  left  his  throne  above; 
The  new,  the  gospel-song  of  songs 
Is  due  to  Jesus'  love* 

2  Join  all  on  earth  in  Jesus'  praise, 

And  then  to  heaven  repair; 
To  vie  with  the  agelic  race, 
Or  mend  their  anthems  there. 


491.     L.    M. 

The  fieace  of  God  shall  keefa  &c.  Phil,  iv,  f . 

1  THE  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
Direct  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts: 

2  And  may  the  holy  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here! 


450 

492.  P.  M. 
Prayer  for  a  blessing. 

1  TO  thee  our  wants  are  known, 
From  thee  are  all  our  powers; 

Accept  what  is  thine  own, 

And  pardon  what  is  ours: 
Our  praises,   Lord,  and  prayers  receive, 
Ajnd  to  thy  word  a  blessisg  give. 

49 3.  P.  M. 

After   an  encouraging  address  to  fiilgrimt. 

1  WE  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 

In  ?veriasting  day, 
Through  floods  and  flames  the  passage  lies, 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way: 

2  The  swelling  flood,  the  raging  flame 

Hear  and  obey  his  word; 
Then  let  us  triumph  in  his  name, 
Our  Savior  is  the  Lord. 


494.     P.  M. 
Dvxologyt 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Savior 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

With  the  holy  Spirit's  favor, 
upon  us  from  above! 

Thus  ma\  we  abide  in  union 
With,  each  other  and  the  Lord; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


451 

495.  P.  M. 

The  tidings  of  salvation, 

1  BLESS'D  tidings  of  salvation, 

Through  Messiah's  precious  blood! 
When  shall  every  distant  nation 
Know  them  as  their  only  good? 
May  we,  know  them, 
As  our  spirit's  life  and  food! 


496.     P.   M. 

For  a  blessing  on  the  word* 
ON  what  has  now  been  sown 

Thy  blessing,  Lord,  bestow; 
The  power  is  thine  alone 

To  make  it  spring  and  grow; 
Do  thou  the  gracious  harvest  raise, 
And  thou  alone  shalt  have  the  praise* 


497.     P.  M. 

Praise  and  confidence. 

1  THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend; 
Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
Anc1  neither  knows  measure  nor  end: 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last, 
Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  homej 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


452 

498.     P.  M. 

Dismission 
I  LORD  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peaces 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeming  grace, 

O  refresh  us,  Sec. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound: 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound! 

Ever  faithful,  Sec. 
To  the  truth  may  we  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever,  &c. 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


499.  '  C.  M. 

Dismission, 
LORD  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Bid  us  all  depart  in  peace; 
Still  on  Gospel  manna  feeding, 

Pure  seraphic  joys  increase; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  consolation, 

Unto  thee  our  voices  raise; 
When  we  reach  our  blissful  station 
Then  we'll  give  thee  nobler  praise: 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb, 
For  ever  and  ever. — Amen, 

THE    END. 


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